[ She takes his words mostly at face value, attributing his exhale to exasperation — completely valid exasperation, at that. By the sounds of it, he must be going around the hotel helping others in similar situations... noble, for someone who is not a saint. Anyone would begin to feel tired of it eventually. ]

Allow me one moment, if you would.

[ Bit by bit, she lessens the weight of her pressure on him, gaining her bearings, even if it's done somewhat clumsily. For a brief moment, she doesn't seem like the elegant, stoic maid — she seems just a troubled girl with a lack of balance. But as soon as she's standing properly, her hands retract from him, resisting the urge to straighten the clothes she'd rumpled in favor of freeing him from her cold touch as quickly as possible. ]

I am deeply sorry. [ Her hands return to their proper place, folded neatly in front of her. Her head bows, chin sticking close to her chest. There's more sincerity to her words than normal, a slight closing of the usual distance. ] I fear I have been naught else but a burden to you since we crossed paths. All I wanted was to close my eyes and rest...

[ Not that that's a good excuse, but... she supposes she should try to explain herself. ]