While Red was coat-hunting, Liz dug up a sweater and a pair of pants, and went downstairs in search of a rat. It's a quick trip; she's back just in time to hear the comment.

"I don't know anything about how you got hurt," she says, and then she steps all the way inside and closes the door behind herself. She kicks off her unlaced boots, and, on her way to the bed, grabs the notebook and folder that she'd left on the dresser yesterday.