Her eyes widen. "A robot," she repeats, and tries to take it in. No judgment, Gwen, everyone's got their thing...

"Well that's..." It doesn't make her feel better, but it doesn't make her feel worse, either. Although it throws her reading of Party off a couple notches. What it does do is make her notice his hand. In the darkness, it looked like he'd wrapped it up somehow, and she hadn't questioned it. But she realizes now that one hand's in a cast.

"What happened to the arm?" she asks, wondering how bad things got after he left the rooftop. Things had been so bad on the ground, the thought didn't occur to her that something worse was going on upstairs.