Alright, so it took her mind a moment to parse that was a severed leg lamp. Both her brows rose minutely, but she kept from commenting on how it was macabrely familiar. Maybe it was her own personal way of displaying one of those ashes of problem student type of decorations.

She couldn't judge, however. She had a screaming husk head in her loft.

Easing, her shoulders spaced back a little, too used to standing at attention to really relax. "I wanted answers, and was compelled enough to do something about it." She wouldn't shy away from calling it reckless, and that was being politically correct. "I was not unaffected by what they're calling the Thanos Virus. But to say it wasn't of my own initiative would be lying." she never could lie well, anyway.