you shouldn't make a habit of wandering around alone

That... wasn't what he said. Was it? She looks at him, shaking her head. It's not - she doesn't know him, but -

why don't you walk with me?

- what she hasn't been able to remember for two months is trying to come back, the images battering at whatever walls have been put up in her head until they break down. Pale skin, sharp teeth, impossibly strong hands holding her by the wrist and throat and red eyes -- pushing at her, pushing at her mind until she was gone and there was nothing there but who she'd been and she'd lost control. Red eyes. Blood red eyes --

she has thumbed the taser on, leveled it at him and fired it before she thinks to say no.