He reaches out, taking the key from her hand. It's probably just as well that she's being distant; he's not sure he could handle it if she'd hugged him or gotten too close, either. Usually the only time people got close to him was to inflict pain, and even though he knows she's not going to do that, he can't quite stifle the conditioned response.

"Where is it?" he asks, not meeting her eyes, wishing he didn't have to accept her help, or ask for it.