Carla Jean draws in a breath through her teeth, glancing from the numbers on his arm back up to Erik again, eyes wide with something like comprehension. It's long before her own time, but she always paid attention in school, and she knows what this means, gets now what he meant by what he said before. "I'll never understand how people could've done that," she says, quiet in turn, resting a hand over his because it seems like the thing to do. "They can be awful everywhere, but..."