Lotte had considered moving once or twice, but each time the thought was shoved aside. She couldn't afford to move and she couldn't leave James - even with the building's insanity, it was the closest thing she had to home. As she'd had the voices before she moved to Bellum, she doubted the Christine thing would change if she moved - no matter what rumors there had been otherwise. "I can't," she said, lips pressed together tightly. She wouldn't elaborate if he asked.
She ran over his words, as Christine pressed for more details. With a slight sigh, Lotte thought over the interaction - A Chorus Line, the thought that things were wrong, South Pacific. Hadn't she talked to "Trevor" on the forums a little afterwards? She couldn't remember exactly and that made it worse. She looked up to ask another question, but was silenced as he took the knife. Her back stiffened, though he had talked about weapons - she didn't feel comfortable with the fact he had one.
She looked away to some of the abandoned buildings, trying to breathe in so that she could calm down. One of the doors to the right seemed intact - more so than the house they had stayed in the night before. She ran over the possibilities of their being something useful in there, before deciding she could think about what he said. Was he only placating her by saying that? Just so she could cooperate for...whatever reason? Her lips pressed together, before she asked, not looking towards him, "You could have knocked on my door."