[ ah-- well, it's an improvement. he coughs, rubbing his neck to will away the lingering cold from her hands. ]

That's about the extent of it. [ which is to say: he has no idea how to elaborate without opening about six cans of worms that are better off closed. his eyes flick towards the door again, as always. ] Do you really think this is the best room for stories? Seeing as neither of us know where we are or who brought us here--

[ he pauses, taking a moment to breathe deep while he still can. ] Unless you enjoyed being on that table.