She tracks his every move, for his sake and for hers. Being stuck in a shitty situation together doesn't mean strangers could be trusted. He finds her bed without further incident, and doesn't make a fuss about anything else. That's one point in his favor. She nods at him before remembering herself.

"Yeah. Or, I j-just woke up in it. It's not mine."

More foreboding is the second question. She flinches. Debates lying, but what would be the point in that? She's had her head messed with before, but it doesn't stop the shiver from running down her spine at the thought. In fact, it makes it worse.

"I...y-yes." She gnaws at her lips. Should she pick the lamp back up? Just in case? "I t-take it you did too? Did it mention anything about some hokey curse?"