[He leaves. He returns. Here they are, together again, and she’s never heard Eren like this before.]

I don’t know! [The frustration lingers as ever—but it’s not with him; Aubrey knows he’s not talking to her any more than her to him. And she knows that tone, if not from Eren (never, before, from Eren)—cornered. Trapped. Terrified.]

I don’t… [Quieter, this time. Still shaking.] I don’t know. [She thinks they’ve died and gone to hell.]