The directions are welcome, as is the sensation of pain that fades into a more appropriate, or at least bearable, level. She steps out of the elevator, glancing around.

"It usually takes more than words to become my enemy."

She still has questions, but she also needs time to adjust, so she quickly weighs her curiosity over her actual needs.

"I have more questions, but I don't wish to pry too deeply when we've only just met. So I will just ask one and promise to not be offended if you don't wish to answer." A short pause. "How do you see?"

The second part goes unspoken And how much?