[ He notices her wandering attention, follows it quietly. Something is going on in that head and he's curious, beyond curious, to know what someone else is thinking of this whole situation. Where they've come from and now have found themselves. Paranoia shouldn't be encouraged (it's exhausting) but there's nothing wrong with dipping into it every now and then.

Her question stops him up and he sucks in a breath. ]

I... I don't think so. There's another room in my house — pretty sure there's someone else that belongs here. Thought I'd give it the day to see if she comes home.

[ She. The room certainly speaks of a girl but his mind insists that it's more than that. Warmth and worry both suffuses him and he holds it back. It's not too late in the day that the otherwise-empty house is unnatural. There's time. ]