She doesn't react to this. She, too, can tell they were serious; deadly earnestness is etched into every line in the wall, and in grand total the message reeks of truth. But it's emotional truth. She is in the throes of emotion, a fear reaction, which she is controlling with an iron fist. At least for now.

Just because they were serious, just because it's true, doesn't mean it's the only truth. It doesn't mean it's her truth.

"You're welcome to stay here if you want," she murmurs, faux-sweet, looking the door up and down.