Oh, no, thank you very much. The owner of Fortescue's is my Mum's uncle-- or, well, my Mum back in our time, anyways-- and he was kind enough to let me stay. He's been feeding me quite a bit.

[Understandably so, given... Well, how she looks.

She steps back nonetheless to let him in, a continued smile on her face.]

Do come in. Speaking of food, I've actually some leftovers if you need any, but right now I think I might go for some tea.