[He laughs, and if he'd been concerned with how she was coping before, he feels better now. Clearly they have some of the same coping mechanisms.]

Maybe it's one of those renovated attics, like a penthouse. Do you think they leave mints on our pillows to make up for the things they stole from us?

[He doesn't have much, but he checks his pockets. Reading glasses, check. Wallet, check; he rifles through it quickly and nothing seems to be missing. Then he goes for his other pocket.]

Just my cell phone. [Recently issued. GPS enabled. He hated that, but maybe just now that would be useful.]