Jayati's head tilted to the side, mind going over everything she had seen since she had taken to wandering the building at odd hours after everything went to hell. If she were being honest (and she was to herself, but not with this stranger) not all of it was entirely clear in her mind.
But there was something, that she had seen in a moment of calmness on the floor that reminded her too much of her mother, a little girl playing dress up with the necklaces there.
"I think so. Sunday night I think? Early monday morning," There was that time issue again, "Playing with the jewelry on the 8th floor, unless it was another child." As helpful as that was, it was all she had to offer at the moment, other than her feet and eyes now.