Nancy just holds on to the hot mug, looking across at Arthur. She nearly laughs when he asks.

"I... I don't know, Arthur! Can you believe it? He was in a sour mood when I got home, we'd been drinking- I tried to calm him, but-" She cuts off in order to choke out a sob. "The last thing I remember was he was throwing me out into the hall." She shakes her head, trying not to imagine how he had bodily picked her up.

"I didn't even know how I got here."

The clothes Eames' brought were once hers, by she hardly notices the arrival of clothing.