Beverly's expression turns a bit more sympathetic as he continues. She might not have a lot of personal demons, so to speak, but she's had more than her fair share of emotional turmoil. It's hard to fight oneself or past issues. It's hard to fight against grief. That one she knows on an almost intimate level. Some days she still misses Jack like she would miss air if she stopped breathing. Other times, she can go days, weeks, months, almost years without thinking of him. It's arbitrary. But then, grief and trauma of any kind are.

"What kind of monster was it?" she asks, equal parts caution and curiosity. If she's going to be stuck here, she may as well find out what she's in for as much as she possibly can.