[Oh. Fuck. Her eyes flit over the letters, which gives her the reminder to check herself.

Sure enough.]

You're telling me. [Shit. Camille could laugh. Can it be any more damning than this?]

Well kid, we could hide out until it all blows over, or see if talking it out will exorcise it. No pressure.

[She doesn't need the details. People should be able to lick their wounds in secrecy, not have the bandages ripped off for show.]