The flowers? Put in a vase in record time. She then goes to her purse, and fetches something from it -- a black watch, in a very familiar design. She twists the face in a familiar motion, and locks it in place, before she relaxes. Right. Alone in her head.

Right. Time to brave this conversation.

"Things have-- probably been really confusing for you," she says, as she turns back, feeling awkward there in her jammies and a robe, her fuzzy pink slippers between her feet and the hardwood floors. "Is there -- you must have questions."

He came for answers, right? And... flowers.