Rachel is quiet, stone-faced and attentive, arms crossed and listening. She doesn't startle, doesn't gasp - but she's seen a few of those images now and again.

According to the number of monsters Barbara is showing them, it's doubtful that these creatures are morphs. But in the back of her mind, she's already cursing herself for being so careless, for letting even two people know who she is, what she can do, letting them know she's here.

"These're all killed or just what you know is out there?"