She's angry at herself, and at him for putting her in this position. That it isn't a deal breaker when she knows at one point it would have. But she's forgiven similar things in Doc, in other people she's loved. And it's not like her hands are clean. But it hurts.

It would be easier if she didn't know.

It also wouldn't be real. And things have been becoming more real between them, much as they don't directly discuss it.

She gets up from the bed to put something on...only to realize she just has the costume from last night, which she doesn't want to put back on which means raiding his close to tug one his henleys on. It gives her something to focus on, at least for a moment. Though finding pants of his that fit might be a different story. She takes a deep breath before turning around to face him again.

"Why? Why did you kill her?" Maybe it'll help her make sense of it, maybe it'll just make her angrier. Or maybe it'll just make it more real, for better or for worse. But if they're going to go there, they might as well go there all the way.