Strictly speaking, if you leave the house six hours before your appointment, you aren't actually leaving for your appointment, but for whatever it is that's going to occupy you in the six hours before you have to be there. While aware of this, Ilde is ignoring it as inconvenient; she's just making sure, extremely thoroughly, that she's not going to be late. She walks a while, illusions rendering her effectively invisible to the naked eye, until it's late-early enough that she can pretend she came out for a very early breakfast and not because the dream that doesn't fit her usual narrative made her feel alien and uncomfortable and she didn't want to still be sitting up awake with it in Ivan's apartment when he got back.

Leaning her purse against the counter, her extremely eloquent opening line: “Um, which of these don't have cream in them?”