[She had gotten the feeling she was an immortal of the sorts, after their first conversation, but she won't comment on it. Instead, she listens carefully, nodding when appropriate and not interjecting until she was done. If she had slightly less tact, this would be the part where she sarcastically comments on how fun that sounds--but she knows better. Instead, she comment quietly.]

This place-- it's separated from the realities we're all from, you know? I can almost feel it. It's the reason my bracelet won't work anymore, I'm guessing. [And, after a beat:] If your father was here, do you think it would have been weeks before this shit this bad went down?