Maybe she shouldn't have asked - she regrets it, a little, when his face falls - but hell, what was she supposed to do? Pretend it didn't happen? Fuck that. She's not pretending godawful shit is no big deal, something you can just sweep under the rug and leave behind you.

But that doesn't mean she's going to pry, either. "Okay," she agrees, giving his hand a little squeeze before turning to examine the hallway. "And no, this is all new to me. I came from down that way," she adds, gesturing back down the hall, "but I haven't been in any of the rooms besides… that last one."