Sabine doesn't point out that the information he lists doesn't answer her question directly. What happened at the Manor wasn't even the normal fare of The Rift's ground zero. It's easy to grant the grace she doesn't know if he's alluding to the parallel equivalent assumption of what he does know, or to the fact Jack's condition might have made it a hallucination, or that he doesn't feel comfortable talking about Jack's told him with her.

It could be one, two, all, or none of the above. It's all new again.
She's offset a balance, and one no part of her can apologize for.
She'd all but raze whatever stood between her and Jack.

If she contained the power and free will to at the time.

Especially now. After so long.
What was done to her, to him.

She concedes gracefully, unruffled. A nod acknowledging what he knows, what Jack's trusted him with, even as she gestured with one hand, in an unspoken gesture, questioning if they should walk to the next case, too.

"It was a logical assumption given where this place pulled him from. Those circumstances were—" Sabine's mouth pressed at the middle, unpleased, but with no question to the validity of the facts. She knows them all too well now, almost as if they'd all been her own. "—a little more extra in very different ways than usual."