"Oh, yes, call the police! Good idea! Go outside where there's better signal, I'll wait--"

That was not just a creak. Those were footsteps, shuffling uncertainly in the darkness. He turned, slowly, back toward the curtain. It was difficult to make out, but it definitely seemed to be swaying more than it had been. Almost... bulging, as though someone were trying to walk through it, rather than parting it like a sane person.

"You need to leave, now," he hissed, hand on his screwdriver. "You're in terrible danger. Not from me. Go."

It didn't matter if they were hostile or not. Exposing her to more alien technology was not a risk he was willing to take. It was his fault she was forced to forget in the first place, he was damned if she'd burn up under his watch, too.