"Let's start with refusing to answer a direct q-question. " She bristles at the thought that she's 'judging someone by their looks'...

Except that really was part of it, wasn't it? As disconcerting as the commonalities with the entities she'd encountered were, he clearly wasn't actually one of them. There were just as many differences, if not more. And yet there was some irrational part of her mind reacting to his bony grin, reacting to other things around the city.

She'd been horrified in her own world, during the incident when everything started to go wrong. But it was a genuine response to events unfolding before her, not this knee-jerk reaction of panic and fear on sight. No, that had been only since she want through the gate and stared up into a dead and starless sky...

Rationalizing it still doesn't help that irrational pathway burned into her mind much, though. And where would she even begin, trying to explain. Maybe it's better not to try. As pathetic as it sounds without further justification.

"And most... people... knock before they come in. The door w-was locked for a reason," she states, slightly more subdued.