[Ah, that must be rage she's feeling. Everything just seems so surreal that she almost doesn't acknowledge it, but that last phrase brings it up. The anger, the revulsion, the disgust, everything.

She needs to go to sleep, she thinks idly. It's a little late to be up.

Ignoring the unwanted presence again, she turns the car off once it's where it needs to be, gets out, and heads indoors. If she slams the car door a little hard, well...it's been a long night. This happening here and now is too much to take. The 'now' was always a safe haven, after all...]