Despite himself, Rob shivered as the redhead described her encounter.  Shivered, and then shuddered as memory returned unbidden. “I’ve... seen that man,” he murmured, likin the admission even less as the mad woman in the cell began explaining.<br/><br/>His words seemed to attract her attention. “<i>Tom?</i>Did you have a reason for stopping by or did you just come here to see me? Given your<i>blindness</i>, you might want to keep really close to me when I'm freed. The more the merrier, right?"<br/><br/>No, he didn’t fucking<i>want</i>to stick close. He didn’t want to be involved<i>at all</i>. “No specific reason,” he lied, trying to ignore Umbra and Halo watching impassively in the hallway. “Just never seen a witch up close before, is all.”  Also a lie, given the number he’d spoken with over the past few years.  “But, yeah. That man. I saw him, or someone who looked a lot like him, in a town I passed through a few months back. Crazy bastard, and creepy as hell. I don’t know that he deserved to be burnt at the stake, though.”  A snort. “Mayor disagreed, though.”<br/><br/>He shivered again as he remembered the obscene prophecies the man had shrieked as the flames clawed at his flesh. “So,” he said, looking at the redhead as he tried to change the subject. “You want me to let her out now, or what?”