So he knows she's a mess, just not in what ways. It's relieving, really. The last thing she would have needed is for all her secrets to be laid bare after her death, as strange and unsettling as it is to be able even to consider that at all. Chrissy is still contemplating what to say about it for now when he follows it up with that last statement. It's such a ridiculous description of something so horrifying, and her nerves are still so shot, that she can't help the half-hysterical little laugh that bubbles out of her, one hand instinctively lifting to her mouth, though it does nothing to quiet the sound.

"Sorry," she says, glancing over at Eddie as the elevator doors open and she steps inside. "Describing it like that is just..." He's not wrong. While it doesn't lessen the terror that still clings to her, it makes it a little easier to bear for just a moment.

"You called it... Vecna, right?"