Ugh. This city is really going to make them do the touching thing, isn't it? She was stubborn, but she wasn't stupid. If things kept progressing at the rate they had been then both of them would indeed be laid out on their faces before they knew it. It was just his hand, besides, and if he knew her then maybe HE could explain why her room was already furnished with things and clothes that seemed to suit her taste. Maybe there was an answer to all of the strange questions.

Maybe she should just take his hand and stop thinking about it.

So after staring at his hand for a few moments she did eventually reach out, taking hold. The relief wasn't strong, but she felt a fraction of a bit better than she had a second ago.

Her free arm came up to wipe at her own brow, wiping a layer of sweat away. The frown stayed, though. Too much energy required to be shocked by that last admission.

"But that still doesn't make sense. Why was I asking you to walk off the roof...?"

... She should probably be a little leery. Maybe this guy tried to kill her or something? But what he said at least made sense. It was in line with what happened with the salesmen she'd encountered and "robbed".