"...Do you feel backed into a wall?"

Her voice is soft, her gaze averted for a moment or two; she's not asking out of a sense of getting into his business, or to satisfy some ill-mannered curiosity. She genuinely wants to know how he's feeling, if the place is getting to him like it's getting to her.

She looks up at him, one side of her mouth curving, a faint half a smile. "I'd understand feeling that way."