"Are you alright, Miss Claire?"
It's Dale, as always, asking her if there's anything she might need. Sometimes Claire wonders: How much does Gabriel pay Dale to take care of me? Because as things look, Dale must be excellently paid.
Dale's words yank her out of her reverie. "Oh, sorry. I think I'm too sleepy that I'm now fading."
Dale smiles. "Sir Miguel has left. Was your meeting with him to your satisfaction?"
"I'm not sure," she mutters, because truly she isn't sure. "It's the strangest meeting."
Dale looks at her, but decides it's not his place to pry. "Perhaps you would like me to accompany you to your suite, Ma'am?"
"Oh, I'm alright, Dale," she says, standing up. "I'm fine. I think I'll walk myself to the elevator now and retire."
"Good night, Miss Claire."
"Good night."
