"Uh huh," Henley answers, still in echo of Daniel's tone, somehow. If he has a response to that, from his own mind or Merritt's, however, it's lost on her as the lights come up and she starts to get a good look around the room.

Drifting away from Jack, she skates by the bed, the bench, gloved fingers grazing both as she goes, heading idly towards the sitting room. She pauses in the doorway there, taking it in, too, then turns, making the rounds over towards the window. She doesn't make it beyond there, too entranced by the view as she peels back the curtains. It reminds her of home, somehow, despite very obviously not being California for all the reasons she and Jack already discussed. Regardless, she wants to be here, with all of them, now.

"Wow," she breathes as she finally turns back to Jack. She's been speechless very few times in her life and most of them have been in the last few months. This is another. "Just -- wow."