Most of what he's been talking about is inherently gruesome; she's not sure she has the stomach for it. Dead bodies and serial killers. Scary stuff. She doesn't want to be the girl who makes a fool of herself, getting green around the gills in a diner. Imagining the possibilities is bad enough.

But his long pause piques her curiosity. It's something that means a lot to him, no doubt, so maybe she shouldn't be prying. She knows better-- but.

"What are you looking for?"

The question is quiet, gentle. Dana is more than ready to be told it's none of her business-- though she thinks, he'll have to tell Carinda. He should. Carinda, she thinks, can help with whatever it might be-- so maybe it's not the worst thing to ask, to get him used to the idea of talking about it.