[It's not like she's doing much better. But the memory itself has been shot at her a few times by now. The potency doesn't fade, but she can brace for it. Feeling the echoes of his own impression, though. The anger hits her and in turn rings alarm bells, triggering some primal sense to flee or soothe.]

...It's my half-sister. Amma.

[Her jaw is slow to unclench. She keeps her eyes on his, head bowed slightly.]

I took custody of her after Momma was arrested. We thought she was responsible for the deaths of two girls in town. In addition to my other sister. [Cold way to put it.] They were found strangled, with their teeth pulled out. My mother had been helping tutor them and we found the pliers used in the house. But never the teeth.

Turned out we looked at the wrong branch of the family tree.