Daken could account for every minute of his time in the relatively recent past. He was sure, beyond any doubt, that he had never been here. Ever.

But she wasn't lying.

He set that conundrum aside and briefly considered killing her. If she knew more than she needed to, there was a distinct possibility that he would never find out.

On the other hand, she was a potential resource, and he was low on those.

"Knew as in he lived upstairs?" he asked, smirking at the end - an unspoken or what? - as he moved past her into the main room.