There was nothing to say to such an admission, and for what felt a long time it seemed Adam would not even try. But in truth he was merely turning over the things she had said, attempting to make heads or tails of what any of it might mean; he wondered what, if anything, such thoughts had to do with the floor she had found herself on. It sounded a stark contrast to the gleaming marble and polished braziers he had seen in his fleeting perusal of the level, but it was clear their experiences had deviated in more ways than one.
"I can't imagine..." he said at last, trailing off when words no longer seemed to suffice. He shook his head, black nails picking idly at the edge of the small saucer. "Hopefully it'll fade with time."