[A barked, wheezing noise that might be a mockery of a laugh. Aubrey’s grimacing.] I know that....

[It took some effort not to flinch from his touch; not nearly enough. Whether it's shock or horror that keeps her arm extended, Aubrey doesn't know—but she doesn’t pull away.

[Finally, she drags her eyes up to his.]

Why do you think I'm here? [On her face: Are you serious? In her voice: God. Help me.]