If she had known what a slimeball the reporter was, she would have gone back to her room for sure. She was blissfully unaware of his intentions, thankfully, or she probably would have called him out. Since that was neither here nor there, she stood pensively as Quentin spoke. She was finally too distracted by the map to admire the bigger man, continuing to look down upon the object in question while tapping a finger on her forearm. "That makes sense," she said absently.