He doesn't answer her question. Distantly, he registers some surprise at being asked, a faint nagging concern, is it so obvious, but it doesn't show on his face. His mismatched gaze flicks over her muddied dress and eye-popped stare, and he stands; is suddenly at her side, turning the key in the lock. There's a heavy clunk as it seals. He rests a hand on the door and turns to pin her in place with his stare.

"What happened."