[ Opening the door is no problem, but being in here is. Given that he's still carrying her, he'll be able to feel the way almost her whole body subtly tenses, though she doesn't give any other indication of being bothered, much less what's bothering her.

She has to focus on getting down safely, without putting weight on her heel, so she can't reply right away. Once she's standing on her own power, she gives him an unhappy and thoughtful look, her mouth pulling into a line. ]

From the very beginning I knew this was a different world. I've just ... never been to a world I couldn't leave. It made the town feel ... eerie. Like there was no end to it, or like ... somehow, it got disconnected from all other worlds, even though I don't think that's supposed to be possible. A ... pocket? [ This she says more softly, and then she shakes her head and moves towards her bed. She places her walking stick on it and braces her thighs on the bed frame so she can lift the mattress. It doesn't require much force. Besides, her copy of her rulebook - which serves as her journal, and a place to keep loose notes and papers - isn't far beneath it.

Once she's got it, she sets it on the bed and lets it fall open, flipping through the pages until she can pull out a few notes. Glancing through them, she hands the first to Damian, though she hangs onto the second and closes the rulebook. ]

... I wonder what makes us good candidates. That ... we're entertaining? [ It's cynical, but she seems to remember something to that effect. ]