[ She spares a single moment to think about what the hell sushi is supposed to be, before merely blinking as he hands the satchel back to her and asks a question that isn't one of the 50 she might have anticipated, after years of serving tea to people. ]

So that I may turn in like the rest of the guests? Or perhaps because of our prior talk about wardrobes?

[ There's a chuckle — she's not oblivious to the fact that it's suspicious that she's still walking around like this. But, also, she believes there's a few innocent explanations, which, of course, she'll attempt to employ first. ]

I should like to aid with the others settling first — I assure you, I am not tired.

[ Which seems to actually be the truth, given the lack of tension in her muscles and the overall not-sleepy quality of her gaze. ]