[ mostly, she's frustrated, and maybe in a way, the suggestion of making herself a little more comfortable in these parts stir that emotion on to more of a simmer. but as he furthers explains, giving his own insight of his experience, her hardened expression begins to soften, her shoulders sinking in realization. ]

I'm ... I'm sorry.

[ her lip curls, looking at him solemnly before she glances down at her hands. ]

I've only just arrived and I'm already on edge from this place. I can't imagine how it must be for someone who's had to be here for much longer than that. Do many people tend to disappear?