The longer he speaks, the more her fright seems to subside, at least. One she's actually gotten her mind in order enough to recognize him, the timekeeper's presence offers an inexplicable sense of safety none of the others in the room seem to provide.

Though she's still making no move to get closer. She hugs her knees to her chest, one hand still protectively covering the front of her neck, and tries to force her breathing to slow. Though she's only mildly successful, one word he continues to use at the forefront of her mind.

"I... I was killed..."