"It does look lovely," Eve says. It smells lovely, too - clean and fresh. But Adam isn't moving, and she hasn't forgotten the state he was in when he first entered the room. There's no sense in rushing into things.

She steps forward, close enough to the threshold that she can extend an arm through the doorway and beyond. Nothing catastrophic happens, and she turns her hand palm-up, as if checking for rain. There is something off, a sense of something like pressure, or humidity, though it's neither of those things. She withdraws her arm, considering.

"Curiouser and curiouser," she murmurs. The table is close enough to the door that she could just about reach it from the threshold if she crossed it. So there's really no need for both of them to risk crossing the room. One could stay here. A lifeline.

Eve dons her sunglasses and smiles like a scythe. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. "Take my hand, baby. I'm going in."