He pulls on her arm and she stumbles up to the skeleton. "It feels... disrespectful to touch such beauty." She says, not reaching up to touch the skeleton. "Like I'm unworthy of it yet." She explains, her voice a mere whisper in the dark.

She's scared. Scared and alone with a man that she'd known wasn't harmless, but hadn't thought him dangerous either. But he's quickly disabusing her of the notion that he isn't dangerous.

Something about this isn't right, and she's not sure what to do. Heroines in a story would break free and delve deeper into the mine, but she knows the dangers. "Do you plan to have them mine it out?" Meaning the skeleton.