It would be an easy enough question to brush off. She could say that she's fine, that there's no reason for her not to be, and in a way, it wouldn't be a lie. She's been healing about as well as could be expected, there's no one trying to kill her, and though it's been an odd adjustment, at least she has everything she could need here, a place to stay and enough money to get by. The truth, though, is somewhat more complicated than that, and she has a feeling that Thomas would know it. She's not stuck inside — or wasn't until today, at least — but she might as well be, and it's making her a bit stir crazy. Navigating on crutches isn't the simplest task, more tiring than it has any right to be.

She still dreams of ghosts coming up through the floor, of Lucille wanting revenge.

"I'm alright," she says with a slight nod, expression a little softer. "I'll be much better when I'm properly on my feet again, I think, and I can start to get more of a feel for this place. I have to admit, it is getting to me, being so limited in what I can do."