Kiley had no idea what the other people in the house were capable of. Maybe some of them were as adept at making caltrops as Chase was. Hadn't Oliver been in the army or something? Not that Kiley was seriously considering Oliver being the culprit behind this, but her mind was swimming, and not really focusing on anything properly. She felt sick again, and Kiley swallowed hard, trying to keep the bile down.
"Marco freaking out and killing Hathaway is crazy, but I don't know that I'd call it weird." Kiley placed one palm behind her on the mattress to help keep herself upright. She really ought to be able to handle pain better. She'd dealt with enough of it back in the day. "I mean... I guess the door thing was weird, but... maybe that was Marco too and he just didn't remember." She honestly had no idea who else could have done it. Chase didn't like Marco, but she felt like that was more of a simmering, quiet dislike now instead of the 'nailing the dead octopus carcass to your door' kind.
Kiley swallowed again, bringing the back of her hand up to her lips. It felt like the puncture wounds were throbbing. Rhythmically, almost. Kiley closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose again. "I don't think I've ever y-yelled at you..." Kiley laughed against her arm. The movement didn't help her nausea. "But if I do... you can remind me about this. I promise I'm not always a bitch. Just sometimes. Like you, probably."