She doesn't think about why bodily contact would make a difference, there's only relief that holding his hand will protect her against getting lost. She reaches up and takes his hand, as she has done several times before, and gives him a grateful smile.

"is he a supernatural cat?" she asks, in response to his musing. Either way, she looks forward to meeting him. "I'd love to give him a treat, sure. Um... I'm not picky about coffee or tea, so long as it's caffeinated." What kind of a Hell is this, she wonders. It can be like the ones she's heard about if there's tea and wine available.

As they continue along the corridors, she makes note of the doors and their different styles. "Who built this place?" she asks. "Why are there so many rooms?"