It's familiar. He's familiar, and she keeps her hands on his shoulders, thinking.

"... I have no idea where my room is." If she slurred her words, maybe it'd the admission of a drunk, but it's not. She feels sober and disorientated. Not drunk or drugged. And if it was the castle--well. They've been through enough here to figure it out pretty quickly.

"Which sounds like a good enough reason to knock on some doors."

In the horror movies, this is where they'd split up.

"Come on."