[Continuing forward through the bowling alley, she gives a half-shrug, punctuated with a short exhale.]

I really thought we were out of all of it. Maybe we're just in another part of the station. [It's clear she doesn't believe her own words, the bare frustration with their ongoing situations poorly hidden. With a half-glance over her shoulder, she nods at Lavellan.] How's your arm, by the way?