"No, I imagine not," he replies, letting the bravado slide. Sometimes people need the walls they put up, and don't need to be called on having them. Sometimes it's the only thing keeping them together. Carefully opening the door further, he looks around more thoroughly, but there's no ghost hiding in the corners. There is, however, a lot of broken glass.

"We'll have to sweep up before you can go back in there on bare feet." Focusing on the practicalities of the moment is good for one's sense of equilibrium, especially when it's just been shot to hell. Here Faith, have something to focus on. Where's the broom?