When Matt asks her that question, Ellever turns her head to look at him slowly -- still processing everything that's happened in her brain, the gears having rusted over for the time being. And by that time, he's continuing, and she's putting two and two together with his glasses. For a person who prides herself on being an investigative type, it's shameful that her brain's having to work this hard.

In her defense, she's still preoccupied with how that brain may or may not have splattered on a wall. According to everyone here, everything she's learned, it probably did.

"The spirits brought them?"

That perks her up, both her tone and posture, as she drops the princess dress back into her crate and peers at the crates themselves. As well as she can see them, at least. As she crouches down to get a closer look -- not finding anything out of the ordinary -- a joke bubbles to the forefront of her mind.

"Are you sure they didn't get them from a Spirit Halloween store?" Then Ellever winces and shakes her head, straightening back up again. "That was bad. Sorry. I guess they seem to be relatively well made, for the people whose clothes aren't in great shape."

Her own clothes are among them, but she's resisted finding something tamer to put on -- for the moment.