[Remarkably, she doesn't punch him. Instead she just looks at him, and there's enough in the way she's looking at him - a certain amount of terror - that says just how she feels about it.]

They're going to die.

[She covers her mouth, then, because no one likes a Cassandra. She presses her face into her hands]

I keep seeing things just in the corner of my vision and I keep thinking I'm losing my mind and I haven't spoken to my grandmother in almost a year-

[Whatever's going on, this isn't good.]