There's another shudder, soft, stifled -- like always. But she squeezes Sam's hand back, tightly. She'll be able to articulate it, the lab, the tunnels, the exorcism -- later. She'll find the words later. For now she'll step away enough to open the trash can for the big bag, relieved to see it go.

"Newspaper. Insulation." She falters again, pushes her hair out of her face. "It got...noisy."