[ Red, yeah? Like blood, right? Because that starts leaking down the walls, in steady streams. Elizabeth stares at it slowly beginning to pool around them and steps away from her corner to get away.

Every eye in the room latches onto her movement, heads turning into sometimes rather uncomfortably (impossible) angles for humankind. ]

I see... Dreams are often brought forth by the unconscious mind as well, aren't they? And they have many meanings ascribed to them as well, though I'm not certain how much I believe in those. [ ...she hasn't noticed that everyone's watching her every move now, uh; she's a little fixated on the blood. ]