"I have a weird headache and I don't remember the layout of a place I'm pretty sure I spent four years in, but I do know some stuff. Like that I'm your favorite. So, you'd never get rid of me. That's the joke."

Maybe some sort of cosmic joke, if they're the only two people here. And while she might be listening for things, a near-butt pinch goes entirely unnoticed. She's more looking up at the ceiling--are those cobwebs?--than paying attention to him, anyway.

"... so. What if we're alone here?"