She almost wished that whatever it was he'd been doing was a cult. At least she could try to convince him to get out of it if that was the case. Whatever this was, it didn't feel as simple as that. If he needed to actually take time to sit her down and explain it, then it was probably not exactly the best case scenario.
Ultimately, the only thing she could do was follow along. What other choice was there? Something wasn't right, and the only way she was going to get answers was to hear them directly from him. He was the only person she'd trust to get answers from anyway. That was a scary realization, all things considered.
When she suggested going back to her place, she'd been intending to go back the way she came. By the subway. Instead, he'd led her in a different direction and soon she came face to face with that weird portal sort of entity he'd shown her before at the hospital. Only this time, she was looking into her living room. "Y-Yeah," she said. "I changed the rug since you were last there but that's.. Yes, that's my living room." She moved a little closer, and truly a testament to the fact that she did trust him, reached her hand through. When she was able to pull it back safely, she looked up at him. "I guess this would be faster than taking the subway. You just.. go through it?"