Mary still wasn't sure where 'here' was, but somehow getting a room felt too final.

"I'd rather... not get my room. Not yet." It didn't feel right. "I know you said you'd help, but... I think I'd like to try to find a way out on my on." She 'd still need a knife for that. "....Could be a spell."

It felt strange to say it out loud after so many years of 'normal.'