[Even with her concern rising, Sasha still can't help but be surprised at how open Jon is being. Ever since she's known him it's always been like he'd built a wall of skepticism and professionalism around him. Sometimes it was only waist-high, low enough to get to actually get to know him, and other times it felt like he'd piled bricks all the way to the ceiling, letting no one in or himself out.

Seeing him scarred and sad like this, it almost scares her more than the implications about her fate.]

Uh- yeah, I remember. She saw her neighbor acting strange and then he was replaced by someone else. [She can practically feel the pieces start to fall into place and some of the color drains from her face.] Jon...what did that table do to me?