She frowns, and it deepens the more he talks. At last it's a set angry scowl. "Talking about them brings them closer." she says softly, and looks strait at him. She resists looking around, sure she will see one. "From what I know, talking to some others, they cannot<span style="font-style: italic">directly</span>effect anything with us." She sees one anyway from the corner of her eye, and shakes her head a little to loosen some hair into the way.<br/><br/>She pauses a moment and does look around, looking tired. Still gazing off towards the horizon, she speaks again, and it sounds more to herself, though she is answering his question. "I saw some last night, after I woke up and got your message. The charger cord snapped my hand, and made me pay attention. There was a man, with a hat, at the end of my bed. My boys were not in with me." Thinking about it, she looks at her shirt and picks off some cat hair. "They slept with me on the couch."<br/><br/>She looks directly at Darren again, "But, you know, I don't know for sure. There are chats and stuff on the net, I look from time to time, but a lot of people are just being assholes about it, and teasing."