Good. [ She spoke that softly, quite glad for the affirmation. Meiling then turns to watch the street, eyes vigilant for anyone who happened to be out-and-about that wasn't an obvious drone. Pleased at the lack of obvious threats, she sighs a little. ] We should get going. I don't want to leave Miss Patchouli alone for--

I mean. We don't want to keep her waiting, right? [ A strained smile. Good recovery? ]