"Work?" she repeated, suddenly very still. Did he not think she seemed... alive? "I don't need it anymore. I already figured out the answer." Even if it had taken thirty years to find her way back there again. Didn't help that Dr. Ford had buried the entire damn town in the sand to hide those truths. "But you're welcome to give it a try sometime. Over cocoa." She offered a small smile, wanting to make sure that her following rejection wouldn't be taken too hard.
"But I think I ought to get going on my own now," she told him, even if the bit about a dragon sounded interesting enough. She'd have to go all the way back up to her room to get some money anyway. "It was nice meeting you, Richie."