The ports between her shoulderblades ache from strain, a dull throbbing that ebbs in and out of her direct train of thought. A nuisance. She ignores it.

"Wish I knew." In a way, she does. So far it seems like aside from their companions that've been directly turned, what haunts them is...well, them. Their past, their vices, their fears— all of the above sometimes. "Whatever they are, they're getting more aggressive. I think that means I'm pissing them off."

For a moment she pauses, tapping a few nails against her hip in thought. "Anything been following you, vata?"

Because if so, she'd rather know sooner than later. And maybe not via personal confrontation.