"Okay. Sure." She studies him silently, trying to figure out where that question is coming from, trying to remember something that would tell her why he's asking it. There's so much that doesn't feel right, here. The signs are just the start. The town feels just right enough that every wrong thing stands out even more. The air is too dry. The buildings not old enough. The people not wealthy enough. She doesn't understand those feelings, she doesn't know why on earth she cares about how rich anyone is here, but that smile just adds to the sense of something wrong that's been growing in her all day.

"What is it?"

She's not about to pretend things are okay. No more than she'll dance around her desire for answers.