"Loud and large and far too busy. I'd intended to be enjoying a house alone this weekend." She chuckles weakly, with little humor. "And the nature of the weekend renders me incapable of drowning my sorrows in alcohol."

It's cruel, really. Maybe with a haze of enough strong liquor, the whole thing would bearable.

"But this is...nice, I suppose."

She really doesn't know what it is, actually. But she's grateful for it, all the same.