Joan was familiar with the details of each of Martin's confirmed victims, having researched them before they met for the first time. Someday she might ask him to tell her about them, but for the moment they mattered much less than the identity, the personality, that they were indicative of.

It was nice, having someone to cook for her. Especially someone who was so good at it. She cut herself a piece of the steak and put it in her mouth.

"Mmm," she hummed with approval as she chewed, closing her eyes for a moment as she savored the taste.