Although he managed to acquaint himself with a few of the corners of the apartment's tables, Eustace felt he'd acquitted himself well enough navigating the space in order to close the blinds. There was, in one direction, a door which he assumed would be Mary's bedroom, but he was not so presumptuous as to attempt to enter that particular sanctuary. He turned-- more slowly this time-- toward the sound of Mary's voice, finding her as a small, pale pink blur at the end of what he surmised was the couch.
"Oh, no," he answered. "I confess my hours outside of work are spent mostly reading and learning about this world. I am very much, as I was told, a homebody."