Crysta, for all of her many (many, many) faults, is a pretty good crow. She even perches in her chair like one, which is more out of anxiety than anything else right now. She wishes that she would've been there, months ago, so she could've been in the lab to see this herself. Which is a stupid wish, she realizes three seconds later. What could she possibly have done.

She does, though, pick up the thread of worry in his voice, she thinks. "...Do you think that might happen like. Now? With the storm?"

Even if that is a real fear, she follows it with a wide roll of her eyes and, "Ok, but no murderer would create like, your dumbass illusions, they couldn't. I know those."