"I know what he was." It's not snappish, but--curiously absent-minded (one could wonder how she knows, or furthermore, what she's even doing in this area, even if the present subject of questioning is Jules). Hasi watches the shift back to 'normal', wondering if she can really classify it as that. Which Jules is the real one? She thinks it's probably some combination of the two, perhaps more so the woman she sees without the teeth and black-eyed monstrousness that reminds her, ever so slightly, of Mitchell, but certainly she did not anticipate this.

She can make this into a scene, or she can make it something useful.

Hasi stops where she is, able to discern the identity of the man in question--no one she really knew, and thus no one terribly influental in the organization, but she knows they're starting to get sick of losing men.

"When you've finished with--the body," she says, with an evenness that sounds terribly forced at first, but eventually steadies out, "you should dump the rest in the water. They'll find him, eventually, but it'll buy a little time."

There's a pause.

"Now doesn't seem an appropriate time to discuss this." Not with blood all over Jules' face, no. "But we will have to."