Well, that said very little about what he was doing, though quite a bit about him. Secretive and intelligent; Lana might have said the same herself, when she'd first arrived. Things had...changed, though, and most of them for the better, so instead of taking insult, she put on a rueful smile.

"I'm afraid I can't be certain, as I slept through it, but this is Sunday, and there's normally a chance to visit the chapel before brunch. Or stay in the sun room, if neither prayer nor attempting to whisper in the pews appeals." It occurred to her that she'd never seen the chapel at night; perhaps that was for the best, although now she was curious.

She slipped into the chair and started pulling grapes off the stem. Why did he want to know what shift it had been, anyway? There were a variety of explanations, but she went with the simplest. "Sleeping in a little usually isn't anything to worry about."