[She trailed behind him, finding herself watching him more than looking for a way out, but would almost always avert her eyes when he would look at her. It was hard to look him in the eyes, they looked so sad, and she didn't know why.]
You could tell me how we got down here. Where are we?
[She'd like to ask him his name again, but maybe a different approach would be better.]
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You could tell me how we got down here. Where are we?
[She'd like to ask him his name again, but maybe a different approach would be better.]