[She watches the way he motions towards the counter and with a polite trepidation, follows after thoughtfully. But none of this occurs without her tossing a look over her shoulder. At the counter and mindful of his other things, Beatrix carefully sets down the couple of bags that she's arrived with.

With reverence, she begins to unpack the first of the bags.]

I can handle it if you tell me where you would like things to go. I am not certain I would be brave enough to go through your personal effects, after all.

[She wears just the subtle touch of a smile. It's light and subdued, perhaps a touch hollow, but warm in its own way.]