Elizabeth understood that most people weren't her. Though she rather would be free than here, Darrow would always be her better option than home. It was something she was thinking about as they got outside, getting more than one odd look from worker and patrons alike. She ignored them.

He at least seemed a little better than he had been before. She frowned as she watched him - even though they had basically only just met, it wasn't exactly hard to sympathize.

"I don't know," she said, honestly. It wasn't exactly the best answer, but it was the truth. She'd been here for ages and no one had figured out how to leave. "But I have heard people say others have come here, remembering things beyond what they know. Like they were both home and here at the same time. Maybe that's how things are for you, too."