His hand is so much warmer than hers. She'd almost forgotten how warm people are. The guards are careful not to touch her (and vice versa), just as she's recommended. She's good at keeping her hunger in a box, and warmth doesn't rattle it as much as smell does, but there's still an uncomfortable stirring from that part of her. When he releases her hand, she links her fingers behind her back tightly, like knots.

Fortunately for Aziraphale (what a name! It makes her think of fast-flying things, like hummingbirds), his question isn't the least bit upsetting. "Of course." She needs to stay here so everyone else can be safe. Perking visibly, she asks, "Would you like to see my room?"