"Long story." Over the sound of running water and in between handfuls of it on her face over the basin, Gretel answered him. Vaguely, perhaps, but she wasn't in the mood or mindset to go into everything that had gone down the night before. "They tend to be... around here."
Once she was feeling a bit more conscious and alert and less like dangling on the end of a bad hangover, she made her way back, dabbing a towel on her face in the process. It was discarded on the bed, forgotten. Enzo had her attention now, locked and focused... save for the sluggish blood pressure and gnawing hunger headache.
"I've been here a long time," she started, sinking into the chair across from him and taking him in. He had strong, handsome features. Maybe slavic, Turkish or something. Romanian? Her mind was wandering what manner of name 'Enzo' was. Also trying to remember the entirety of the conversation that had lead to this meeting in the first place. "I don't presume to know everything, but I have seen a lot come through those lobby doors- my brother and I have gotten to the point where we just try to keep as much peace as possible. Make this Hell a little bit more livable as long as we're all trapped here." Before they go insane.
"There's only so much you can learn about someone through a screen. So consider this cutting out the time and effort," she added with a hand gesture. "Ask me something, I'll answer it. Honestly. Then I'll ask you something- you answer it." The honesty she expected in return was implied, but neither was she naive. She tended to know when someone was lying or hiding something from her, and her tone said that in spades. "That's the deal- and as straight a deal you'll get from anyone else here."