"So something Repose weird. I never understood why these wrung out places always attract magic." but she's just making conversation, forcing something out of her that she's not sure she believes. Just like later, she'd post on the Repose forum in an attempt but she's not sure why, or what. Just that she knows she has to.
"There's a roller rink here? Or do you mean to handhold on the sidewalk?" Asks Zoe, all these questions, driving the conversation as far away from her as she can.
"I guess it wasn't much of a debacle then. It seems like it worked itself out."