Her shoulders slump a little - she's not surprised, not annoyed with him, but God, it aches talking to someone who's so much like her best friend and so not.

"I'm sorry. It's, um... not the first time I've woken up somewhere I shouldn't be. In a world that wasn't mine. I guess it's not important now."

She turns back to the door and takes a deep breath as she faces the ominous message painted on them again. "...any chance you have a gun on you? 'Cause I sure don't."