"I didn't exactly ask," Rachel says, making a face. "I mean, like, he just got back, right? Getting here just once is like a total ordeal--I can't imagine arriving a second time. Obviously he knew he had, because he recognized the room and the bit from the brochure about being a threat or whatever."

She shrugs, pausing for a moment as their drinks arrive. She takes a long drink out of hers. "I saw his friend was rushing over to pick him up and someone else was letting him out of the room. I didn't think 'hey so while you wait for your buddy, let me interrogate you about your new trauma' was a real appropriate thing just then, poor guy."