Maybe it was her tired state, but Elaine honestly found the awkward staring a little cute, if only because she knew Guybrush wasn't the sort of person where staring would be creepy. She knew perfectly well that he had probably gotten stuck on some strange internal tangent or something and simply forgot to stop looking at whoever or whatever had caused it. It was the same kind of adorable ineptitude combined with good intentions that had attracted her to him in the first place all those years ago. She couldn't help but smile.

That was, until he spoke. The pet name was sweet, but was he seriously trying to insinuate that she wasn't capable of going out by herself? After all the time he had claimed to know her? Sure, she was feeling drowsy, and that feeling might even have been apparent to someone like Guybrush. From the sound of things, though, it seemed like he was speaking broadly by saying "stay in your room at night." He wasn't simply talking about how she seemed right now.

Elaine raised a slightly critical brow. "The concern is sweet, Threepy, but I got on perfectly well the last two nights." Sudden onset of sleepiness aside. "I've gotten through much worse on my own before, too. Why would you suddenly think I'm incapable of taking care of myself?" Her hands continued to move over the yellow clay as she spoke, forming the beginnings of the Idol's face. After a few moments of silence, she sighed and relented a bit. "If you do need to come to my room at some point, it's F26, but I'll have a good weapon after tonight, Guybrush." She looked back up at him at that. "I'll be fine whether we're together or apart."