She nods. "Good."

She's mildly pleased with the easy way the woman agrees to that, most people say no over and over and wait till you're at your most vulnerable to change their answer to yes. 

"Thank you, for all of this. You're a really nice person."

"Thanks. It's - one of the things I try to be. The sort of person people benefit from having known, and all."

"Well, congrats. Success. I, um, should I just... Should I go introduce myself, or go sleep, or... what is the thing to do here?"

"You'll want to introduce yourself at some point, but your host will understand if you're tired and want to wait until breakfast."

"I'm terrible to talk to all the time, but more so in the mornings. I think I'd make a better impression now. Are they just through there or...?"

"Yeah. Working on records, I think."

"Coolness."

Ariadne wanders through to where Lianne came from to find her host, knocking politely before entering said persons space.

Said person invites her in. He's bent over a table, working in a ledger, but he glances up to Ariadne. "Hello," he says.

"Hi. I just wanted to introduce myself so you weren't meeting me in the morning, I've been told I'm less than delightful. I'm Ariadne."

She extends her hand in an offer of shaking it, but doesn't push it particularly far into his personal space, letting it be clear through gesture alone that he is welcome to decline.

He turns, smiling a bit awkwardly. "I'm a bit of a shut-in, myself," he says, taking her hand and shaking it. "Still, I get all sorts through."

He seems nice so she tries to actively not scowl in return. "Thank you for this. And is you need any help, I'm willing and... have no marketable skills, but I can learn."

"Oh, I'm good, though I might want some help with dishes after meals..."

"That, I know how to do. Well, thank you for this, good night."

"Night."

Ari nods her head politely and exits the room, then realises she has no idea where she's going and pops back in. "Sorry, where do you want me?"

He gives her directions to an upstairs guest room.

She smiles politely and ducks back out, scurrying up the stairs and into the room, and once she's finally alone, she lets out the breath she's been holding. She drops her duffle anywhere on the floor, yanks out an overly large sleep shirt, changes into it, and flops onto a bed, passing out immediately.

No one disturbs her until the morning, when the smells of breakfast start filtering up the stairs.

She moves and wriggles in her sleep upon smelling food. Blearily she opens her eyes, but upon seeing daylight, she tries to wriggle back under covers.

There's curtains she'll be able to pull closed, but that does require climbing out from under the covers.

The food doesn't chase her up the stairs.

Daylight is not escapable via covers, so she is now awake, unfortunately. She grumps into jeans and a plain black tank, raking a hand through her hair as she goes to make her way towards the food smell.

Food: appears to be some kind of very large egg, over easy, a brownish bread, a reddish root vegetable turned into a hash brown, tart blue jam, sweet orange-colored jam, assorted colorful (and unrecognizable) fruits, and small sausage links.

Food is food, she's never been fed regularly enough to be picky about it, she eats some of everything, regardless of taste, her plate ending up a little less than a healthy serving.

The proprietor kind of socially awkwardly encourages her to take more.