There is worry, and not just her own, that muted dulled worry she feels from the girls inside of her. So unlike what she felt from them in New York when they helped protect her, but this was not New York.

She shakes her hand, no longer cowering. What she wants is to take his hand, to see if she can help him but she doesn't think that she can. Slowly, Marie takes two steps toward him, slipping her small hand in his much larger one. "No real power. I know things, I've always known things."

Which is what makes this place so strange. It is nothing she knows. "This place... I do not know how to get us out."