[She very nearly tells him not to worry, it couldn't hurt her anyway -- but stops. She's not sure she wants to tell more about the Mausoleum than she has to, to anyone -- especially people she's just met.

[Not that she's worried about not being believed, necessarily; she's seen far stranger things in the various pocket universes she's been thrown into. She's more concerned about somebody finding the Mausoleum and pulling a Hetka on them again. And Dinah will die twice over before she lets anyone else try and tear apart her guild and her town.]

[She offers an appropriately contrite/sheepish expression and leans back some.] Right, right. Sorry.

[And then she's back to examining the cut it made without getting too close or poking at it, and it takes her a moment to process the words and reply.] I'll be sure to let you know if he turns up.