Agreed. Whether she's lying, or deliberately hiding the truth, or not, it doesn't make sense to antagonise her. Or to automatically assume the worst with no evidence.

[She pulls out a couple of pots and sets them on the countertop. Now, to find the tableware. She's only now realising how big the kitchen is, and it's a sobering realisation, in a way. A reminder that her old life, the life in which she never really spent time in the kitchen, in which she never had to learn where the tableware is stored, is gone beyond recovery for the foreseeable future.]

We'll figure this out, Jayce. I promise. [She's got to believe that's true.]