Around that point, she slides down onto the seat. Probably not the best thing to do while wearing a dress, but it's baggy enough that it doesn't matter.

"Okay... well... I was in here. Working late. I think, because nobody else was around. It was real windy out. And I started..."

She trails off for a moment there, biting her lip. It's less of an unsure gesture and more one of distaste. As worrying as the whole deal is, mostly it just makes her feel kind of sick.

"... Hearing someone talking in my head."