"I woke up in -" she describes the room in question. (She doesn't know how normal or unheard of appearing, if not like she had then at least something like it, might be here. She can explain better later, if they don't part first.)

"Do you know where we are?"

"Ah, it's just an old house. Did the old lady catch you too?"

"The door was locked from outside when I went down.

Old lady?"

"Yes... she lured me with the promise of a job, then locked the place when I crossed the door."

"I'm sorry.

Does she - want something?"

"She said she wanted me to clean the place... which I have been doing because there isn't anything else to do, but..." he looks at the distance, trying to find words. "It's more than an extreme way to do it."

"...Yes. 

Are you alright? Are there - supplies, here?" She doesn't know for sure what sort of sustenance he might need, if any.

"The old lady brings me food three times. Maybe she will bring it for you. There is some old, but still edible food too."

She nods. (She has no reason to think that person would bring her food. Wouldn't really like to take his, if it's all he has. But they can get into that later, if they have to.)

"I have friends who might - end up here too, soon. They might be able to help. But I don't know how strong everything here is."

"...Oh, did she catch them too? What happened to you?"

"I woke up here," she says again. "I never met anyone. But they were - with me, before." That's close enough to true. "If they don't end up here I think they'll find the house. They're - good at that."

She is, Henry might notice, dressed somewhat strangely, in loose drapey things, more worn than he might expect most people to wear around. Her hair is dark green, solidly so, no washed out parts or other colors at the roots (he can't see the tips from here; her hair is fastened in two long knots on her head.)

"Oh, they might get us out of here..." Henry says distantly, like he doesn't know how to react to that. "Or at least call the police or something."

That is very weird attire. But maybe she was at some sort of party? Henry doesn't know fashion. And he isn't going to judge's anyone haircolor.

(She takes information from this he probably wasn't thinking of: calling exists, the police exist, people consider the police worth calling sometimes.)

"They might not be able to. But they'll try if they can.

Can I help you with anything, meanwhile?

"I don't know? I guess since there are two of us, we could try to escape. My latest plan was to clear up the path for the upper floors... Ah, I am Henry, what is your name?"

"Is there something an extra person would help with? I could help with that.

I'm Xeyr."

"Henry, oh, I have already said  that. And this is Tama."

Tama meows in a surprisingly agreeable tone.

"An extra set of hands would help a lot. You can walk around the floors despite the clutter, but they prevent movement on the stairs. I was hoping there could be an open window we could go out of. Or maybe something on the upper floors we could use..."

She makes a greeting gesture at Tama (she didn't understand that, which doesn't necessarily mean this isn't a person. She doesn't ask, yet.)

"That makes sense. I'm glad to help. What should I start with?"

"Uh... I don't know, are you strong enough to help me to remove these things around? It's like a jenga tower, and I'm afraid to make something collapse if I pull it the wrong way."

He points his attention to the staircase which looks like the victim of a flood made out of broken pieces of furniture and rubbish.

She looks over. "I'll need to check to be sure, but I should be I think." And she can figure out how to stand so if anything falls it hits her and not him. She doesn't say that.

"Okay, hold this steady? While I try to pull this? Four hands make it much easier."

He is probably thinking of similar lines as her, but the movement doesn't look particularly dangerous.

She won't get into an argument, but she almost certainly has more experience in the matter; she can manage becoming the one most things hit if she needs to. But she agrees with Mia at least that it's better if no one needs too.

She holds this steady.

Then they can do that very, very carefully and only suffer a puff of dust for their inconvenience.

And now, they only need to do that a dozen more times.

"This plan felt smarter when I was not imposing someone else to do it."

"You're not imposing, please don't worry.

I do cleaning work a lot. And I'm glad to help. And I don't have something else to do here anymore than you."