The returned questions makes her blink, uncomfortable, like it's something she doesn't want to say, or isn't supposed to. She looks back towards him like she can't quite fathom what he's asked her, before she defaults to covering it up.

"It doesn't matter," she says, shrugging in a way that exposes her shoulder again, and she gently pulls the gown back over her skin. "What makes you so sure it wasn't one of those things?"