[Mary reaches for his hand, holds it to her face with both of hers. She's shaking, her fingers so small and soft, like they've never held a weapon. Like they've never been used to hurt. For all her protesting of her humanity, her cheek is warm and wet.]

I think you're right. Somebody...somebody sent me a note. I should have shared it, but I didn't think it was a threat. I still have it in my pocket, maybe we...

[She gulps down more air, squeezing her eyes shut.]

Maybe we can figure out who's out here with us tonight. So we know what to expect.