Jura was pissed, not drunk, although the Bunnahabhain bottle was empty, but pissed off, she was used to working alone, preferred it mostly but this time for once she was feeling left out, lonely.
The ghosts were bitching and distant, she'd felt a connection with D1 briefly as they had mistakenly lynched the feathered guy, I mean shit happens, and she had said it was a random guess.
Jimmy wouldn't speak, or Junker, nobody, where were Stash's pretty drawings, who was the guy in the long coat, why was Crouton still alive at this stage?
Nothing made any sense and that meant death, lots of gory death with the screaming and the blood that would silence the doubts, you asked for this people.