Elsa bit her lip as she looked up at Alex and sighs rubbing her hands. "It was tall, perhaps as tall as you are or even a few inches taller, and had a black skeleton head. I think the proper term is 'grim reaper'? 'Walking dead?' Whichever works. It seemed to be looking for something. Not that I have any idea what. It could have been after anything." She said taking a rock and smashing it hard enough to break, creating a small bowl and put the vegetables in it and mixed water with the ingredients to make a dressing for the meal she was preparing a look of concentration. "Alex? If you are beating yourself up for not coming with me do not. I have lived in these woods all my life and am used to it. I had also needed to make sure that it wasn't here by listening." She said seeming to once again tell what was bothering her companion simply by looking at him.