[Vasilia's lips purse tightly as she considers the pros and cons of going to the infirmary or letting an Earther into her quarters. In the end, the decision comes down to the fact that she's exhausted and probably can't actually walk that far]

I would prefer that.

Thank you.

[The last two words might as well have been dragged out of her with pliers.]

Please give me a moment to prepare. I will need my gloves.