Kidlat had answered correctly, it seemed, but Tiwala ran with it further than he expected, claiming to reward him with some sort of prize. All for just guessing she liked archery? Of course I guessed you like archery! You picked a friggin' bow! But whatever, if that brought her amusement...
...What was she doing? She'd slipped off the table, and now she walked towards him eerily slowly and began to circle him in silence. His breath quieted. This was strange. Strange and awkward. Was she sizing him up? Trying to determine what this "prize" would be...or summoning the will to give it to him? For some reason the image of her kissing him as the prize got stuck in his mind, bringing a blush back to his cheeks. Surely she couldn't seriously be considering that...? Her face and voice as she spoke again caused his insides to quiver once more. You have some straaaaange ways of flirting with a guy, sweet, he thought.
He followed her when asked, still in a bit of a daze. But she seemed to have dropped the premise of being flirty with him. Now she just sounded interested in learning the layout of the hall. As she pointed out, there were a measly two doors in one wall and a fire pit outside. That didn't allow for much. He shrugged when she pointed out that neither of these doors were locked. "Well, maybe they're not locked now but you can lock them from the other side. We'll have to check."
She suddenly remembered something: the promised prize. She steeled herself, took a breath, and...spewed out something from a game show. And the prize wasn't even anything like a kiss. It was an answer to a question. His expression darkened once again. He'd been picking up on it more and more in these past few minutes, and by now it was impossible not to notice. Tiwala was hiding behind a character. She made such efforts, depressingly obvious efforts, to be quirky and outgoing and strange. Her prize was telling: it implied that she treasured her inner self, kept the truth about her secret, and considered a revelation of that truth something precious. All this that she put forth was an act, and it wasn't even a very consistent one, either because she considered its loose-cannon nature a part of the act itself or because something else bothered her and distracted her from consistency.
He felt a twisting sensation in his heart that he could only imagine was pity. This was a sad act. She put forth a playful front, a front that he had truthfully enjoyed bantering with, but now he was troubled by it. He wanted to know what had caused her to be so distant. If only he could encourage her to be a little more comfortable...
What are you talking about, Chris? a voice in his head scolded. You're no different. You get all cheery like that when you need to, just like she does. You force yourself to forget the emptiness. Who are you to judge her acting against your own?
He reacted a little belatedly to the last thing Tiwala said. "Well, darn," he muttered, hopefully in a playful manner. It did no good to look as glum as he was sure he just looked. "I was going to guess storage too. Hmm." His eyes flickered towards the front door again, remembering the fire pit outside, and then back to the two interior doors. Kitchen, bedroom, storage...what else? "Uh, bathroom, I guess," he said. "I'd expect a rig like this to have an outhouse or something instead, haha, but you can never be too sure." He paused to think. "And if you win...sure, you can ask me a question, same conditions. I think that's fair."