She could hear Masterson come closer, but Miranda didn't look away from Roma until he spoke again and sat down. Glancing at the man, her eyes widened a little at the boy reference. Oliver? Frown. Well... She was sure he wasn't the root of the problem, but he was certainly going through the same thing. Although he was a strong boy - not like Miranda, seeking out solitude to get rid of her panick.

Yeah, why did she want to remember? Hadn't Miranda been saying she didn't want to? She swallowed. "I...woke up," Ugh... She looked down at her clothes, as if they were still smudged. "I h-had dirt and b-...blood on me." Her tears were slowly rolling down her cheek again, and she wiped them away, glancing at Masterson again to see how sickened by this information he would be. "I don't know how that happened."