There's more than enough horror all around them without her imagining what else he can produce with the number of bodies surrounding them. She's not even going to consider that with him being a necromancer, they would not actually get stuck anywhere.

"I'm sorry," she says gently. She means it - it's not easy seeing Warren, and the reminder of what she did to him, but she carries no fondness for him. She can't imagine how she would feel if it was the remains of someone she genuinely cared about she found herself faced with.

It doesn't make sense. Why is he faced with the remains of the people he cared for, when it's just Warren she's seen. Part of her knows she ought to take another look around and see if maybe she recognizes anyone else, to see if some other part of the puzzle will fit, but she can't bring herself to do it. She does not want to recognize any of the other faces.

"He was a misogynistic creep," without looking, she gestures vaguely in direction of Warren's body. She does not want to talk about this, not even a little, but maybe it will give them some ideas as to what's happening and how to stop it. "We went to the same high school, but I never knew him until later, and I definitely didn't like him at all. I'm not sure why you're seeing people you loved, and I'm seeing... Well. Him."