He reaches for grabbing up the knives and forks available, confident that he can throw them pretty hard if he needs go. He looks over at Carrie. "Who's not here?"

He hadn't expected it to be a woman who had attacked Carrie. That doesn't really change their predicament, but it seems unusual. He shakes his head. "I don't know," he answers honestly when she asks why they're there. He knows why he may be there, but not why Carrie might.

He moves back towards her, picking up the new napkin bandage and approaches her cautiously. At least now he can see her face more clearly, though it's clear from the look on it that she's convinced.

It's pretty clear that no one would think this is heaven. "Let's get out of here," he says softly, not wanting to push her too hard. He's half afraid if he does she'll resign herself to whatever this is, thinking it's hell.