[ Her demeanor is something he isn't really sure what to make of, but it's easy enough to chalk it up to her self-professed newness to the manor. It's a fucking weird place, after all, and disorienting to a degree he isn't yet willing to admit to out loud. Blacking out when you stray too far, the total carte blanche with which the Balfours seem to "invite" and then eject their guests ... To wit, the line of his mouth quirks, halfway between a frown and something more understanding. ]

Yeah, this place does that.

[ His gaze finds the fireworks again, silence settling between them for a moment before he looks back at her. As if he hadn't paused at all: ]

It gets ... I dunno, it's like jet lag. Freaky the first couple of days, whatever after that. [ He feigns a smile, a shrug. ] You'll be fine.

[ Probably, anyway. ]