[ Johanna approaches him after a while. After she's gotten herself under control a little more. God, guilt is really not a good feeling. Now she remembers why she's so stubbornly shameless about who she is.

She sits next to him, keeping a little distance between them, and looks out into the room. It takes a few seconds before she says - ] I was fucked up.

[ Her voice trembles a little on the words, and she can't help but make a disgusted face at herself. She takes a deep breath and tries again. ] Apparently I've... killed people before. Or- I got weird visions of killing people while I was... fucked up. But I don't recommend it, generally.

[ This is Johanna Mason, apologizing. Or, at least, making an attempt. ]