Some might call that courtesy old-fashioned, Una thinks, but under the circumstances she finds it reassuring. Not staff of any kind; his clothes suggest as much (unless the staff goes in for cardigans). She smiles in greeting.

"As of about ten, fifteen minutes ago. Yes. With a suitcase packed with my things and—this." She gives the bag a little shake. "Now that I think about it, I'm not sure what I'm doing with it. Most people would have probably thrown it away on sight."