Her hand draws away from her face, an eyebrow lifting a bit as she looks back his way. What - he comes staggering out from sands unknown, and he is the one providing the optimism? Isn't that supposed to be her job in this circumstance? Get it together, Ardenbury.

"Sooner rather than later, I do hope, yes. But to that end: I do wish to go back and search once more... But not until I am sure you are a bit more oriented. You ought to already be in the hotel registry; we can check once you've finished another drink?"