Instead of taking a seat, she goes through the motion of taking off her coat, resolved to spending a touch more time here, with the offer of tea. She had to make do with the clothes available - a grey wool skirt she found shoved in the back of a closet, and a black turtleneck, both shaped and tailored to her liking. Nothing terribly extravagant - no impractical boob windows in this one - but enough to suggest she was still ill-adjusted to what Mathias had to actually offer.

Once the coat is hung, she'll slide into one of the chair, elbows on the table and fingers intertwined. Her brows quirk up, mild surprise. "I did - you think you need to?"