She's looking at his face, and she can tell: that's not a friendly reach. There's no recognition in his eyes or in that horribly flat expression.

She ducks away, backpedaling and putting another 10 or 15 feet between them. "Come on, Red, this isn't you!" she says through her teeth, borderline frantic. Fire rises, a bright corona all around her. God, what did Myers say he said in the mausoleum-- "Remember who you are!"