There's a sigh of relief for that, dusting off her hands for a few beats before she draws up a digital display of the land she's covered so far - the boundaries of his seemingly endless memory. "I came in from the south. Can't have been more than a few minutes of walking."

A thoughtful pause, and then, curiously: "Did you wake up here?"

Has he even seen the rest of the horrors this place holds, or has it (somewhat successfully) tried to effectively pen him in?