Rita isn't sure what she feels as she stares at the bloodstained hallway. No lightheadedness, no fear, anything... Maybe it's because she's already cold so her temperature can't drop any further and her heart is already stopped so it can't skip any beats. There's just a feeling of numbness as she observes the dried splatter and rivulets on the wall, the pool on the floor, and even Tyr's footprints.

Whatever happened, it was violent.

That thought runs through her mind as she grips Tyr's hand right back. It's like that's the only sensation she can really focus on right now. "...This'll take a while," is what she manages to get out after a moment. Her voice is a lot quieter than it was when she decided to come out here with him.