Meanwhile, Molly worked on spoiling her appetite by nomming on another piece of busted bread and jelly.

It also served as a nice cover to not laugh at him. She wasn't exactly sure what to make of the vibe she was getting off of him. It made sense that he'd have killed a lot of people, but... there was something to it that was making her more uncomfortable than mere death, but not quite telling her to run.

Still, it was better not to laugh at him.