Delilah's eyes shot in the doctors direction when he asked what the man looked like. Turning her head to face him, she closed her eyes and just barely shook her head as she tried to picture him in her head. Something she really didn't want to do. "He uh... He's real tall and always has on these black clothes," she explained as she used her hands to try and help her, motioning to her own body as if it were his. "This black hooded cloak. He's a gross pale grey color and his eyes are... They're white, like someone who's blind." 

Her brown furrowed as an continued to try and remember. "He has horrible yellowed teeth, and one of his hands was..." She trailed off and opens her eyes, lifting her right hand. "It was just bones. No skin, no blood... just bones." Delilah stared at her hand a moment longer before meeting the doctors intense gaze. 

"Who is this guy?" Her voice broke a bit at the last word, and she quickly brought her hand up, covering her mouth.