"Oh, um," he snaps out of whatever he was thinking about. He pushes some of the stuff from the closet aside, and then goes over to the small kitchenette, reaching into the cupboards for a glass. "Right here! I'll get you some..."

The turn in her emotions makes him uneasy too, though. He has no idea why she suddenly feels a bit twisted - even if she knew, all he feels is the shift in tension, the rising discomfort. Naturally, he assumes that she's feeling nervous about being in the carnival at all.

Sometimes stuff from home feels too far away to even contemplate.