When she recognizes him, Nancy turns her light down so as not to blind him.

"I'm so sorry, Mick," she tells him. "Eames, this is-" but her words are cut off by what feels like a bite down on her throat. Her hand flies to her neck, and she pulls her hand away bloody.

"what..." she asks, looking at her fingers. To the others, they won't see anything. Another hallucination. Instantly however all thoughts of introductions are gone, as she feels a cold hand on her shoulder. Nancy gasps, and tries to wrench herself free from the invisible hand.

"let go of me!"