"If you had chains in those memories, I have concerns," he mumbled, shaking his head and looking out the window once again.

"So uh... You want me to go first or last?" Which priority was higher to her, having someone below to cushion a fall if she had a mishap, or avoiding being alone in this room full of her memories? That was the only real question he had for her. He didn't fear her memories, he also was confident he wouldn't get hurt if he was crashed into.