A twitch of her lips is well-hidden at her older self's deft handling of what is undoubtedly the most bizarre situation she's ever found herself in. Careful arrangement of vegetables yet to be chopped creates the illusion that she knows what she's doing, and she's pleased that when she speaks, her voice is quietly confident.

"Hello, Lucius. I believe there's tea things over on the other counter, perhaps you'd like a cup while you wait."