*doesn't really notice that it's a rather cloudy night* *gives you very little grief, beyond a frosty glare, when she has to pay for the taxi herself*
*is also slightly miffed that she has to carry her own luggage to your (her?) apartment because there are so few of your staff about*
(*idly wonders whether it is feasible to settle long-term in Gondolin but supposes that your continuing existence does render such schemes untenable and she may be many things but she is not a murderess*)