She sobers as he answers her next question before she's had the chance to ask it. He's too busy to see her. Common sense and the realization that life's little obligations and priorities still have to be met knock the wind out of her sails just a bit. She hopes he doesn't notice. "Me?"

She does laugh again, only it's self-deprecating in nature now. Looking down at her rumpled self she shrugs. "If I manage to put something besides pajamas on and find my hairbrush, I'm considering the day a success. What's got you so busy?"