Poe isn't yours. He never really loved you. Of course, as she thinks those, her mind reminds her that she thought those very things when he left her, here, in this reality. It only makes things worse, more muddy and she lets out a breath when he moves past her, further into the house.

She keeps her distance, if only because she's fighting the urge to touch him now, to soothe him, to smooth out that furrowed brow. At his suggestion, she laughs softly, nodding.

"Yeah, okay, um..." she thinks better of reaching out her hand, instead, she moves to touch the nearby wall idly. "I'm Caroline, that is my actual name and I like my bourbon neat." Which was definitely a hint that a drink would be nice right about now...