What IS it about evil and dark corners and grinning?

She spreads her hands.

"I remember... telling him to leave, because... dude, that room is Employees Only, and he was really fucking creepy, but he just... laughed. So I, uh... I walked out... and..."

Once again she rubs at her head, trying to remember. This one is fuzzier. More distant, just by virtue of time. But fuzzy is better than NOTHING.

"And he.... he, uh... shit, I think he followed me."

Biting down on one finger, she frowns, brows furrowed deeply.

"Yeah, he was following me, and ..."

... And then suddenly, as the memory drizzles back in, realization dawns on her face. It's like she suddenly remembered where she left the keys.

"... Oh... so that's why he called me 'rude' this time..."