[She'll wait till she sees the place before deciding to try for a glass of wine (probably not) or a cup of tea (also, probably not.) She pulls her coat a little tighter about herself to ward off the chill of the night air, and looks over at him again.]

How kind of you to say. You're right, I do find myself quite misplaced. Spinner's End is outside of my usual arena.

[As to her supposed caliber, she just lets herself smile. If he only knew.]

I might ask what brings you here, of course.