It's not a very practical attempt. She still finds it charming.

(There is, in truth, quite a bit about Steven that she finds charming, idiosyncratic and awkward as he can be.)

"Yeah," she says, and gives his arm a gentle squeeze. "We do."

She falls into companionable silence for a little while, until - under the narration's assumption that she's been to their apartment at least once by now - the compound's halls become familiar once more.

"This is you just down here, isn't it?"