And now you're going back. Guess this stuff has a way of following you. [ God knows it's followed her, and she doesn't even remember how. But that's ... other supernatural shit. /overidentifies. She glances back over at him. ]

... Why didn't you tell the others that you didn't let them pay you? [ Her tone is almost accusatory, but really just pressing. She can't let it go. ] I mean, what are you getting out of this? Some twisted sense of closure? [ She can't get a bead on him and it bothers her. ]