[Yeah, she was expecting that. It's kind of a relief, since it indicates that she at least doesn't have to explain anything.]

I'm pretty sure I got something of yours. It was...

[What's a good, tactful way to put this?]

...personal. Not, like, X-rated or anything, just... yeah.

Uh, before I go on, I, uh... don't plan on doing anything about it, I just figured you should, um, know.

You were... uh, kind of crazy. Chasing your brother.

[She looks at her hands.] I'm sorry. I'd get rid of it if I could. It feels really creepy, knowing stuff about people like this.