Nobody gets a choice, then, do they? About where they stay.

[There's an uncomfortable note in her voice at the thought. She thinks about asking how structured things are here, for a moment; how much they tell you what to do and where to go, day by day. Wonders if, despite the apparently ability to go outdoors, it's going to feel like the hospital again.

Instead she pushes past that thought, glancing at him with a small, uncertain smile.] Does the dog come standard too, or did you find her somewhere?