At his question, she pursed her lips. That was loaded. Her grip tightened around the glass of water briefly before she brought it to her lips, taking a long sip as she composed her thoughts. Thankfully he spoke about his, giving her a bit more time. She considered asking about his, but frankly, she didn't want to. She didn't want to ask because she didn't want to tell, and it would be rude to inquire about his and hide her own.
"I'm sure if he knew about all the attacks, he'd have been thankful for staying in," she said softly. After a moment, she shook her head slightly. "I spent it...in my apartment, quietly. It wasn't...dangerous. Simply jarring." Pursing her lips, she looked down at her knees. "I was just...very surprised. And a bit frightened." That was a lie. She couldn't stop crying.