Ariana's dull eyes slowly glided over to look at Ryan before resetting to stare the wall. "I haven't done anything yet," the words croaked from her throat. She barely moved her mouth to speak. She meant she had done anything to herself physically, but all that ran through her mind were a lot of dark things that would scare even the happiest of hippies, and a lot of blame for the death of Wally. 
"You shouldn't be in here. It's not safe for you," she softly told him with more emotion than her previous statement. When she turned her head to actually look at him, the blue glow of the electricity that bounced across her skin shone on the wet tears that stained her cheeks.