[Goodness me, have you not met Mr. Daniel LaRouge? A sweet man, to be certain, though the poor thing is about a century behind the times.]

Mmhm.

[She agrees with the suggestion airily, waving one hand around in a circle. Lying down sounds lovely. Sleep sounds lovely, even if her sense of balance is a little off-kilter - that should straighten up if she rests, right? It's a rather floaty sensation.]

That's...mmn...

[Evelyn trails off into giggles again before remembering that she was supposed to be saying something.]

That won't...be necess'ry, I'll just lock the door, I'm a ferpectly-

[Wait.]

...perfectly capable young lady, but thank you for the offer.