"It's easy to find a reason to kill someone when everyone is suddenly the enemy," Billie states that matter-of-factly enough. Her kill count definitely expanded once she lost control. She isn't going to deny it. Skipping right to the end, though, she sees, and that's where she falters for a second, fingers tightening around the copper mug, shoulders tensing up.

It isn't a great memory and even Deirdre turns her attention away from Daud and Mercy as it comes to mind. This prompts the tern to hop closer and join Billie on the steps, picking a spot there to sit and settle down at.

The worst of it is having to untangle what happened and she briefly reconsiders going to find that whiskey, but—

"It wasn't," she agrees, the words coming out stilted. She doesn't have an answer for him immediately, working through it instead. "Someone else was tracking me. They got there before you. Someone I knew. Had to have been. They..." There's a pause, thinking again. "No, she. She knew my name." Which narrows it down dramatically. There it is. "Shura found me first. She tried to stop me."