She kept pacing, finding it easier to deal with all this if she kept moving then sitting still and possibly fidgeting or losing whatever composure she was keeping. The illusion of doing something seemed to be enough to make her feel somewhat better. It wasn't much, but she was taking every little scrap she could. She paused long enough to note down everything he'd said. Somehow the thought she had someone here who'd keep her safe was somewhat comforting. She wasn't alone, and glad for it. Even if he was just being paid to keep an eye on her, he seemed to take that sort of thing with an odd sort of loyalty.
"That would be kind of you. I have no idea if I would find my way back here, so I feel it is best if I remain local. Getting lost does not seem like the best option at this point in time." She crossed her arms again, trying her very best to recall anything right now. "There are weapons in the room I woke in. I am under the assumption they are familiar to me, but right now they are not. If you could retrieve them and keep them out of harm's way that might also be for the best. Wounding, or worse, either of us will not solve any problems."
Sighing she stopped and settled her hand on her temple. "I do not like this. At all. There is not even a feeling of any sort of...wall? Block? Anything. Just, nothing. What am I supposed to do?"