[She's quiet a minute, mulling not just over the implications of the question itself, but the implications of why it's such an important thing to ask — and for all that they've said this isn't like that other time, it's hard not to worry about it for precisely the reasons that she knows are driving him to ask.

So she thinks carefully, leaning on him and curling in to better take advantage of the support of his arms before answering.]

I was at the house. Our house. I think I may have been looking for one of you? I recall walking from room to room, wondering. I don't remember thinking anything unusual of it — only commonplace things, on simply another day.

[She frowns, though, tipping her head a touch to try and better look at him.]

And you? Before this...where were you?