—You have not been and will not be in my room, Monsieur.

[It's not a question. It's a statement. Do not attempt to change her mind or to disillusion her. She simply will not be made to think about Valentine de Foncé being anywhere near her personal and highly private things unattended while she is stuck across an entire harbor.]

But very good. I will meet you then, and if all is well then I will avoid subjecting myself to the advice of any questionable smith and you and I will be a step closer to—[she has forgotten very briefly what it is they are meant to be acquiring money for]—er. Acquiring a hired maid. For myself.