"A little," Flynn says, sort of tactfully and sort of because otherwise he'd spill out Yuri died and so did I but not at the same time and not before I failed to save our friends, and that's— well, there's a time for that, and it's not in the middle of this strange hallway.

Still. She'll see right through it and so he tacks on, "A lot, but it's alright, we'll have time to talk everything through and spot the patterns— I've been cataloguing already, actually," with a hint of eagerness to please in the words there, a hope of praise, given he'd thought of her every moment he'd thumbed through the knick-knacks in the store. "As much good as it does me if I can't find my way back into town! I've been wandering an hour at least, I think. I can't really be sure."