[ He watches her, his hand going still against his wrist, recalling what she had told him about her world and thinking that must be what's going through her mind when she talks about the shadows. His brow furrows, his mouth twisting. His gaze slips behind her again, then back to her face as he concedes: ]

I noticed them too. The mannequins. [ Innocuously posed in a window display, but then gone the next time he looked. It had to be in his head, he thought. Some of them were clothed, but others were all white, featureless. Of course he would jump to conclusions - ] It was a long drive - I... thought I was just tired.

[ But if he wasn't? Somehow, knowing that she's seen them too doesn't quite soothe him. He lets out a breath, shaking his head. ]

It's like the resort. The way the automatons were scattered. The shadows mid-motion. Like a snapshot of a catastrophic event...