"You broke your ribs?" she asks. "Wait, at the museum? I think I missed that." Which probably makes her a shitty friend, but she'll own that anyway. She knows she's not a great friend these days.

"I told you about the Infection, but...I don't think I told you, like, details. What I saw in there was...spores. Like, floating spores. I know this place isn't home. But back home, if you breathe spores, you get Infected. It only takes, like, a second. There's no cure. There's nothing that can stop it. I mean, other than someone killing you, pretty much."

That's a lot for her to spit out at once. She sits on the edge of the couch and just looks at the ground for a second.

"Oh, um...it's really fucking crazy but...man, I don't know. I can't stand to look at the mirrors." She half-whispers the last part. She knows it's weird, but it's also just true.

She looks back at him, wary.

"You really didn't see the spores or anything, right?"