Her expression is far away for a moment; when she'd flopped over, he had already been there, hadn't he? Already there, talking like he hadn't needed any explanation...

"...I don't want to tell them anything," she eventually says, refocusing. "Fuck everything about this. Gotta say, I'm feeling a lot less warm and fuzzy about what I saw, now." Now Lisa visibly shrinks into herself, arms wrapping around herself loosely. The fire in her eyes is... smoldering, smoking, but not quite out. "Do- do you think they know more about. Whatever we're seeing? Our other selves or whatever this is?"