[her mouth quirks on one side, flashing a faint, dry smile before she turns and starts walking again, a stairwell in view at the end of the corridor.]

I'd rather you credit yourself with good fortune: It is simply a decent day with less to fret about up-front.

Still...I'd rather a good impression than a poor one, hm.

I wager we'll want to see you up these stairs, yes? Given that number value. Let's see about it.