She laughs a little at the lighter coment, even if there are still some tears caught in her throat. She pulls back, though not far away, and wipes her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I just...I've been half convinced I was going insane. I mean, this..." She looks around, attention caught by the fucking machines again, because, just, what? This is so far out of her experience, that she's not really sure what to make of it--even after Cabo.

She turns back to him. "You said you have an apartment...wait." What he says at the end finally registers. "You can't have been here eight months. I just saw you at home."