"It wasn't just him... She attacked a number of people, opening up old scars. I don't think..."

She trails off a minute, picking at the pretzels absently. "I spoke to her-- whatever it was, it wasn't Eden." That gets a frown. Accepting the existence, the validity, of magic is one thing-- the reminders that people she knows, people she works with, are that fundamentally different, is a little harder to swallow. Given that Cindy runs a shoe-shop, the suspicion has presented itself-- though the gun-toting badass act undermines it a little; Cameron's more accustomed to the Disney version, after all-- but she's rather not think on it, if she doesn't have to. Just like she doesn't want to remember that the girl she works with on a daily basis was set on a faerie-fueled killing spree.

"Split open an artery, and she likes Chase. If I'd been any longer getting to him--" Shoulders sinking, she shakes her head and takes a swig of wine.