[A little hesitancy never hurt anyone in her view. There was too much to be uncertain of here, and these days it gave her leave to walk a tiny bit slower, which suited her just fine. Internally she reminded herself that she'd probably need to have some of the coffee with him, which would be ... fun. she could not wait for the day that her taste buds worked right again.]

My memories of home are fuzzy. They've only recently begun to come back, but from the little I know... I believe that I would find comfort in their presence here, but would not wish this place on any but my worst enemies. It is not a pleasant place many dyas.

I take it that you have little love lost between you and yours? [A pause as she neared the door and held it for him.] You do not need to share if you'd rather not, of course. I confess I am a bit of a chatty sort.