Tess's eyes narrow just slightly, looking for a thread to tug on to see if the whole story will unravel, something to explain this subtle change in him: he could barely look at the kid before. She's not sure where to start. That he won't look at her now feels strange. She's dead, but...

"So how far does this go for you?"

As far as it needs to, for her, had been maybe twenty-four hours at most.