“No,” she says, after a moment, thoughtful and smiling- there's a hint of something almost like approval there, that's an interesting question, something a little bit unexpected, something she can sink her teeth into and give a considered response to. “But perhaps it depends on the way, mm? Is it very urgent, my means of transport? I have so many things to do. But perhaps I keep it with the rest of my keys, and go when I am ready. I would like to come when I am ready, too, but, ah, I don't know that I didn't.”

She hadn't had any more warning than anyone else, granted, but- well, here she is, and how she has landed on her feet.

“And you? Let's us say that I hold the door open for you. Do you go through?”