He recognized her regret, her hesitation, and her sympathy--and respected it. His expression grew grave, and briefly, ever so briefly, he looked older, serious. Capable. "I get it." He paused, then sighed. "I don't feel any spikes... I mean... nothing real raw and recent. I don't think anything is happening in there right now. But you could stay." He shifted on his feet, clearly uncertain about leaving her in the hallway, which to him was an aggressive, dark place, which pressed down on anyone in it.