[Basically, yes. She's learned the signs of Sebastian being close to the end of his rope, and steering him clear of anything like a dead chicken nailed on a door is definitely something she takes seriously.
When she's finished dealing with that, Constance makes her way back to the hotel lobby, sighing and wiping her hands to the hem of her apron -- only to stop short at the sight of the goat.]
Oh, no. [Double that as she sees Sebastian walking closer to the poor goat like the happiest executioner ever.]
Ah, wait! Sebastian, you... shouldn't waste your time with this one, let me take care of it. I used to help out at my uncle's house, he keeps animals for livelihood, it won't be a problem for me.
Weren't your rewriting the guest list for the rooms? I'm sure you'd much rather continue with that... I couldn't take over, I'm afraid I don't have the system down just yet.