Zak raised an eyebrow. Was it his Romanian accent she heard? He couldn't tell if it was. He was raised by his Romanian tribe, but he tried so hard to hide it. And yet she could hear it? He shook his head slightly, sucking on the straw. He loved vanilla more than anything. He wished he had wolfsbane though. Just a tiny pinch would calm his nerved about tonight. "You talk fine," he smiled. He felt something in the back of his mind edge her to talk about her past, so he could get a glimpse of it through her scent, but the scent of the old cabin was too old for him to catch the memories. He could pick up the scent of Oregon, and the home she lived in. He could see the memories of that, but something made him want to track down this old musky cabin to get the memories of her in it. 
"I don't mean to bring up the past... but... in your bad memories... where were you?" he asked. He didn't want to bring up the word cabin and forest in the same sentence. That could have been trigger words for her severe panic attacks. Maybe he could go search for it, if it was here in Michigan.