Even the silence after that moment was uncharacteristic - normally, Sarai would have interjected with a question or a quip, or Dread would have made some noise deliberately loud enough to startle them out of their staring match.

But they weren't there, and she just blinked slowly at him, brow furrowing.

"I saw..." You. She sits back, taking her hand away from her backpack. Deliberately casual. He didn't see what she just saw, then, because she was nowhere to be found there. Now she was thinking about it, her body had been all wrong. Heavier, held with a care that felt foreign now. A guy's body. She casts her mind around, trying to chase something concrete she could ask.

Ah. "Tyson Williams mean anything to you?"