She has NEVER heard or seen him this urgent before, and truth be told, right now that almost scares her more than the memories that caused the conversation to veer in this direction in the first place.

At the first thing he says, she actually lets out a small, high, semi-hysterical laugh.

"No shit!"

He had talked. He had talked IN HER HEAD. He had known things.

And, in that brief moment in which he had started across the room at her... she'd known. It was plain as day that he was dangerous. She'd somehow known without even really looking at him. He'd been... familiar somehow.

But at the question, she sort of shakes her head a little bit. Because... because he hadn't. Not technically. ... Unless you'd counted the first time... because that's been coming back to her. In disturbingly vivid flashes.

"Not... really..."

And then she shakes herself.

Because physical or not, he HAD done something. It counted! Telling her those things... threatening... that counted. It did.

Suddenly determined, she looks back at Cooper, brows furrowed.

"What. What IS he. Tell me now."

It's not a question. It's a demand. Because she's fucking scared now and when Heather Mason is scared of something, she wants to know how to kill it.