Caroline finds it hard to reconcile reality with the false memories that this place has given her. Perhaps that's the point. The memories she has here, many of them, are better, sweeter than what she has back home. It's dangerous, how much she wishes they were real even if she's never wanted to be ordinary, not really, it's hard not to fall into it.

She shouldn't have agreed either, she should go home but she, too, lives alone in a house too big and too empty.

A curious smile quirks at the corners of her mouth as she hears him speak to the little robot and when she moves to step inside the house, she forgets herself and hits the invisible barrier, stopping her short of entering the house.

Crap.

She glances at him, feeling a familiar panic, one that always flares up when she has to pretend to be human and cover her own ass. "Are you sure it's okay I come in? You don't have any anti-girl roommates or anything, right?" God, it's the lamest question and cover ever but... she plays it off, somehow.