[ That... is definitely not good for Sasha and so her paranoia rolls up its sleeves and gets to work. The possibility of other monsters coming to the Gardens just became a closer reality and by the looks of it, it's going to become harder for Sasha to fall asleep and not wake up at every little noise. ]

I-- I see.

[ She coughs a little, clearing her throat, and takes a deep drag of the cigarette, as if inhaling all that nicotine and tar and smoke would make it better. Her hands tremble a little by now, and she's playing with the bark a bit more violently, distractedly as well. ]

Did-- Did y-you get a, hm, w-warning or-- or it was, huh, just-- [ She's not even sure what she's trying to say, gets tangled up all the time when she gets nervous; it's as if her brain is too busy handling the paranoia to actually form sentences. She frowns, shakes her head as she rubs her forehead as if trying to get a dirty smear off of it. ] W-What I mean is, did, the vine, show her first? Or, you know, she a-appeared next to you?