[It's disturbing to her. For some reason she can't quite make out. Maybe it's because of the abundance here.]

I'll bet you have somewhere.

[Because she has to believe that. If she has somewhere to live, everyone else here should, too.

...Without memories, she's willing to believe in a benevolent universe...

She smiles at him.]

You should try asking around tomorrow. Someone might know your name or know your stuff and be able to tell you where you live.