Lia heard Jeremy fall to his knees, heard him talk to her, could feel his eyes on her. But she couldn't respond. Her voice refused to work as she felt hands on her, stroking across her skin, as if she didn't have clothes on. She bit her lip, refusing to show any sign of fear as she slipped her free hand into her back pocket and pulled out a slender pocket knife.<br/><br/>She unhooked it, eyes still unfocused even as she slashed the knife sideways, looking away from her gun arm slightly. The sudden pain brought her back to reality, and the phantom touches stopped. She swore softly, closing the pocket knife and slipping it into her pocket once again before bring her arm up and licking the blood away, until the blood barely touched the surface of the wound.<br/><br/>She sighed softly, closing her eyes for a moment before glancing back up at him. Silently, she pulled her out the pack of cigarettes and opened it, then pulled one out, walked over to him, and handed the single cigarette to him. She pulled one out for herself and lit it, sucking a drag of it in before blowing the smoke out to the side of her.<br/><br/>She acted as if the cut meant nothing, which in reality, it didn't. Cutting was by no means a want of death, more than something to ground her when memories or flashbacks became too much. She sucked on the cigarette a few times before glancing back at him, brown eyes dull and dark. "Did you see something too?" She asked, eyes narrowing slightly, as if daring him to ask her what she had felt or remembered.<br/><br/>A few drops of blood had escaped from the wound and slipped onto the snow, staining it, though she paid the drops no mind, only watched Jeremy, much more calm and collected in the situation than she should have been.<br/><br/>"If you don't want to tell me what it is, that's fine. I don't care. I'm just more driven to get the fuck out of this forest, though it seems it will be harder than I thought." She sucked on her cigarette, watching Jeremy, blinking, blowing the smoke out. She glanced back at the lake, then at Jeremy. Her gun was now tighter in her hand now. She was in control again.