"Tell me," she says, "when there is drykki." It's nice, alcohol. Lubricates social interaction, makes one relax. Lets her get to sleep.

That there is clear water is a relief, then. Although she's not sure how to ask about tea. Tea would be... Tea would be nice. She could do with some tea.

Thorfinn Thorsson walks her to the door, and then stops, awkwardly. Fortunately, Kate has done this dance before. She steps forward, turns, smiles.

"Thank you," she says then. "And, goodbye."

With that, she vanishes into the building.