"Please." She sniffs a little, in mock-hauteur, a gleam in her own eye that's playful and a little warm, too. He wouldn't manage a week without her, but maybe the opposite it true, as well. (It is.)

The change of topic at this point is welcome. She shakes her head, ponytail swinging gently. "Not so much, no. I found my cabin, and then I've mostly been snooping around on my own. I'm sure there's a lot I haven't seen, yet."