There was a brief pause, before she nodded - choosing to believe him, though her instincts said not to. Her lips pressed together, trying not to look away. "You said you wanted nothing to do with me." And there was a hint of hurt behind that - Lotte always wanted to be liked. Yet this disturbed her, as Christine offered disturbing possibilities. Lotte shut her eyes, a hand wiping at the tears, asking her to stop - it was hard enough to think without an additional person's paranoia.
Lotte didn't look up, accepting the confusion as well though his answer didn't completely satisfy her. "What did you want then?" She had still heard him, once she moved back upstairs - and he had met her as Trevor, during their watch. Before she'd shrugged it off as coincidence - but he must have known, after the catacombs.
"But it does," she whispered, unsure before turning around again. The cabinets were a distraction once more as she spotted something in the back. Crouching a bit lower and nearly crawling in to get in the back, she found a wrapped cloth with a few pieces of stale bread inside.