[Look!! Old habits die hard!! Caitlyn can't help herself. She only got back from being home again, and she had been thrust into politics and high society, even worse than she had been before. She has to be polite.

She settles in her chair once he declines her offer, taking her own cup and sipping it again. She notes the way his gaze lingers on her wall, and she clears her throat as she sets her mug back down.]

Excuse the mess. I usually cover it, when I'm expecting someone.

[She'll be happy to share her notes, if he truly is curious. The more minds pondering their situation, the better, she thinks.]

I have noticed, but that's usually how things work around here. We have a lull from time to time, but I do find it strange that it doesn't appear we had any new arrivals. That's definitely curious.