Benji makes a sound, partially muffled by the fact she's taking a sip of tea. Her first urge is to dismiss it, but then she-- honestly isn't sure, and so feels moved to ask; "For?"

So this nice; they are both half-asleep. She's managed to finger-comb her hair into submission, eyes droopy enough while perfectly awake at the best of times, but at least she can focus, and this she does. A sympathetic anxiety is also kept leashed, although it will probably creep into her tone when she speaks.