Hushed Willows eyes on the road.

His response didn't answer her question completely, but she doesn't pry. She shifted weight to the other side, ears cupping forward to hear his question. "I go where I please," is all she tells him, but truthfully she can't quite say what brought her here. Certainly not a stroll— but she had no direct intentions on stumbling across the man or his humble abode. 

She's quiet for a heartbeat longer, her gaze narrowing on him. Her eyes twitch in the gentlest of squints for only a moment before she speaks again. "And you... are you doing alright?" she asks slowly, like it took a moment to get it out of her throat. The question isn't foreign to her, but she and Stark weren't anything more than a pair of strangers who met in some unfortunate situations— mostly for him. Maybe it isn't her place to ask, and she's not truly sure she cares all that much... but all the same, she isn't a total bitch.