Tate practically sneers at her tone. He takes a defensive step towards her, but he's not entirely sure what he should do. He's killed a girl before, but he didn't know her. He didn't know this girl, either. Dreams were dreams. It's not like she was real.

"Why are you here?" He's repeating himself, and his voice is louder, taking up more of the room. He may be thin, but with a straight posture and a set glare, he's threatening.