[Time in excess. After going so fast, screeching to a halt feels strange. Looser. Uncomfortable - at least, at first. Evelyn isn't quite sure how easily she'll adapt.

She stands as well, setting aside her strawberry daiquiri and smoothing the front of her skirt.]

I would like that very much.

[Once she's settled in. It has a certain finality to it that makes her uneasy.]

I think I should like a room on the second floor...just up the stairs in the main hallway? There isn't anything surprising I should know about, is there?