Neither answer gets you out of the vault, but both get you back to the kitchen, where the door can be shut.

She unties the apron, then unbuttons the dress one button at a time, watching you to see whether you will look away.

NessaEveryone is careful with me. He was careful with me. I've been careful for seven years.

She sits on the kitchen table and pulls you between her knees by your shirt, the bandage on her wrist brushing your cheek.

NessaDon't be careful. I want one hour where nobody in this house is being careful with me.