Anne's own breath catches slightly, remembering her joy at being home after being trapped for so long, and she nods, looking at the door.

"Yes," she says, softly. "Yes, I do understand that."

But it is getting late, and so she rises from her seat, and gather the papers in front of her.

"I'm very sorry," she tells him, with a small smile, "but I'm afraid I'm about done for the evening. It was lovely meeting you, Mr...?"