Yes. I don't think anyone can come in here without me, of course but... but if I die, I suppose you know and can check.

Let's put the back on again.

[She doesn't like saying it, but it is a possibility, isn't it? Pretending otherwise won't do anything. She hesitates over the television when she's done, looking down and considering. What if she did die?]

Maybe I should... give you something of mine. That's how the doors, open, right?