He pauses, squeezing her hand gently in both of his. "Easy sweetheart, it's okay. You're safe here." It's understandable she's pretty shaken up, though, so instead of rushing off to the kitchen, he perches on the couch beside her. It's a nice house, airy and decorated with a feminine touch, although there's snow outside. "I know this isn't... home, but it's where I've been living for a while..." It crosses his mind that's still going to be confusing to her, although he was splitting his time between New York where she was and another home in Marrakesh, with his adopted son John and new girlfriend Alex, up until their deaths.