Tara and Noah
Basic politeness could provide a place to stand when it felt as if the ground was falling away all around one's feet. Noah had found that out after he'd awakened here the first time. It was a reference point, a way to make things seem more normal even when they weren't.
"Ain't that the truth?" he said ruefully when she told him none of this was all right. "About as far from all right as it gets, but I know what you mean." He took a bite from his plate, nodding as he chewed and then saying, "I've only talked to him a time or two but he seems all right." A little strange, but a lot of people were.
At the mention of the statue, he said, "I think that might be meant to freak people out. I'm on the second floor, so I haven't seen it that often." It hadn't been in the house when he'd been taken out, and he didn't have much occasion to go to four now.
Noah figured he might as well answer her next question honestly, because she could read back on the network and find out anyway. "I was here the first day, got taken out on day fifteen and returned here on day 70." There was no other way to say it than to simply blurt it out. He didn't believe in lying to people when asked direct questions; he only hoped his story didn't frighten her.