She muttered something that could've been 'it's alright'. Then she felt something in her pocket and it was the furthest thing from comfortable. She slid her hand in and pulled out a set of... keys? Where they hers? She couldn't remember. She looked at the keys wondering when she used them, what had they been used for. She shook her head and walked away from the bathroom, looking at the keys and wondering where they had belonged or who they had belonged to. Looking at them she wished that it could trigger something in her mind that let her know something about herself.