"It's strange, isn't it?" she asks, the irony of her words not entirely lost in the moment, and she can't place a finger on exactly why she feels nervous being almost out in the open like she is now, like she needs to be looking over her shoulder every so often - but for what? Thus far, she's seen no reason for her nerves or paranoia; there's been nothing to suggest that she even needs to feel this way, and yet it continues to creep up on her as if a reminder that she shouldn't forget it.

"I don't know. It sounds silly when I say it out loud," she replies, shaking her head quickly. "I don't even know how to explain it, really, it's just - wondering if I should be watching my back."