[She sighs in a long-suffering sort of manner.]

I don't really know what's going on.

But I think we're supposed to talk to each other about our awful memories. This town is big on... things that you've tried to repress. Bringing it out in the open to... hurt you again.

[She glances at the peephole once more and feels a shudder creep up her spine.]

...If that doesn't work, my other idea is that I'll blow up this wall.

[Her default idea.]