Seshat could have said the same thing about Styx, but somehow she felt that her unwilling hostess would take it badly. Even though she apparently had no compunction saying such things herself. She was, Seshat realized, a rather difficult personality. Not that she didn't have some experience with that, given the personalities in her own family.
She simply took the slip of paper from Styx, studied it a moment, then set it down on the table beside the sofa. "Eidetic memory," she explained. "No need to remove anything from the Underworld, or risk it's discovery by anyone else."
Then she nodded, formally. "Thank you. And good day to you, Styx."