"No lo sé, but I'm not getting killed just because this place is screwing with your brain."

It's happened too many times before, now: a little push— a slight nudge— and the scale tips over entirely, taking the person she'd been standing beside and turning them inside out. Wrong. Angry. She doesn't know South well enough to know how much of this is her, and how much is this the Faceless trying to find a foothold.

She hopes it's nothing more than paranoia. Fear. That they're both rattled and it'll pass after a few unreasonable comments.