If she ought to be disarmed by how quickly the threat comes, it doesn't occur to Carla Jean to be so, instead just nodding, a barely noticeable movement. When she knows full well that this place doesn't offer her any other protection, she actually appreciates it. At least there's someone on her side. "He was here, once," she says, tone growing momentarily distant. "I found that out a little while ago. He's dead now, but I don't think that means anything around here. People show up who've gone all the time."