He laughs, the sound rough, a little ragged, and he shakes his head.

"Kid..." Lifting one hand from her shoulder, he scrubs a face over his face and then exhales heavily. "Shit. How much have you been told about this place? About how the time works? Arrivals? All that?"

They should go somewhere. He should take her back to the apartment and sit her down and have a proper conversation about it, but she's right here and he's almost afraid to let her go.