Greta glances up at him, a bit thrown for a moment by how sensible his questions sound as opposed to everything else he's been saying. Maybe his curse doesn't apply to questions. That makes more sense than the thought of him being deliberately disinterested in what happened to her, and she's definitely done assuming the worst of him.

"I just walked out of my apartment like... well, like I was under a spell," she admits with an embarrassed flap of her free hand. "Didn't think to bring my phone or anything but a little food. I don't even have my keys. I just... it felt very important that I go to the woods, and once I was here, I couldn't leave." She doesn't bother speaking of older curses or necessary journeys into the Woods. It doesn't matter now. There's no potion that will get her out of this mess.