Hoss saw she was freaking out and just tried to keep her quiet as they hid behind an antique bookshelf and gently place a hand over her mouth so they didn't risk her screaming while Charles was really worried about Del. He figured maybe she was having some serious troubles,<br/>"Do you think she has PTSD?" He asked and Hoss blinked,<br/>"I don't even know what that means." He whispered as Del heard the onslaught of voices telling her horrible things.<br/><br/>"<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">Do it you want to, bite his fingers just like how you bit that pathetic looser's neck, you want to. Just give in to temptation it's so easy to say yes instead of arguing no</span>." </i>The voice no doubt enjoing the torment it was giving her,<i>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">You want that dick so bad, go on take it, fill yourself with anything or anyone... feed yourself you slut, give it up you know I'm right don't you hear him calling you to it? Listen don't you</span>?" </i>She didn't hear anything other than Hoss asking if she was alright and trying to get her to snap out of it.<br/>"Come on Deli don't do this now we're in a little bit of a bad situation." He told her as he heard the Stalingrante's heading back upstairs and flicking off the stair light.<br/><br/>Charles soon began to walk over towards said staircase, "Come on maybe up this way will show us where everyone is."