She understands the unspoken part, a twinge of guilt pinching at her gut. That's not entirely true, she thinks. But it doesn't utterly count, does it? What would she have done being there in the midst of skeletons and floods? Be one more person to panic about?

"I'm more relieved," she admits, her free hand feeling around herself for her key. "It feels like proper progress at last to me. This one, I think."

After they ascend to the next level, she starts to eye the room numbers until finding the one which matches hers.

"Still on the far end of a hall, just as last time," she murmurs, letting Flynn go so she can unlock and open the door, finding the place fairly clean...save for the scattered notebooks about.

"...Well. Seems about right."