She'd expected as much. That wasn't any kind of judgement on Banagher, either, she knows her idea is just grasping at straws. But that still put her right back where she was a minute ago. They had to make a move but they couldn't until they had a better idea what they were up against, and how they could act. She sighs, looking forward again.

"It sure feels like we're backed into a corner right now." There it was again, that feeling of being stuck. Hell, speaking of burning out, she wasn't sure when the last time she'd got a full night's sleep was, but it was hard when she was still jumping at noises and half-expecting cops or faceless stormtroopers to kick her door in and drag her away.

Goddamnit, she hated this.

"What's the point in acting like we're not? People's teeth and eyes are falling out. I'm waking up in the morning with somebody else's memories of almost getting killed! Fucking monsters are coming after us! People have died! And I don't know how to deal with any of this!" Her voice rises a little higher through her rant as more and more of weeks of frustration bubble up, until finally, some part of her decides the back of the bench in front of her has to go and she swings at it with her left fist, forgetting about the wounds still on it in her frustration and the oddly numbing effect of pewter.

"Ow!" She hisses in pain, yanking the arm back and cradling it to her as she clenches her teeth from the shock of pain in her arm. "Shit--"