[ Her expression becomes raw briefly, as if all the steel she's built up has had its foundation shaken. When she responds, she's quieter, hesitant. ]

...They think I killed a detective. [ Ah, a complication and the fact she's giving him one means Hank's said something to make her feel she might be able to trust him, a little. Maybe. ] I didn't. I just saw what did. Not... Not who did. What.

[ She makes sure to keep her eyes on his to push her point. ] I'm not being chased by some fucking lame ass, manipulative perverts who found an easy way to get what they want. This group... They're not normal. They're not drugged up, either. There's something worse wrong with them, something that makes them more dangerous than anything you could even dream up.