Looks like we're exactly where we were heading. [ what are the fucking chances.

the bitter note is extinguished by the time he wraps another hand around her back the better to support her or catch her if need be. he stoops low to avoid split pipes on the ceiling, and points out uneven or potentially dangerous areas on the floor with a — ] Careful.

You okay? [ partly to keep her talking and thus calm, largely evaluating her mental status, ] Can you tell me your name? Where you're from?