That Sarah Silverton knows her name and can recognize her face comes as a surprise to Guinevere and it shows. In the back of her mind, a voice tells her that it's probably all part of the act, just another way to work a mark. At the moment, though, she's too flustered to pay that thought much attention.

"Um, tired?"

Yes, she is tired. Tonight has been draining. This entire day has been draining: the long (oh so long) train ride up with Agnes, followed by keeping a vigilant watch over the old women during the show, and then feeling forced to use her power to calm the crowd. All of that, plus enduring this drawn-out VIP party, has taken a toll on her.

"Yes... Er, no. Well...I did find the show to be a very powerful experience." That's a flattering interpretation of the truth. "But it's also simply been a long day. I do appreciate your concern, though."

She smiles politely, while refraining from making eye contact. Only minutes ago, while talking to another skeptic, it was easy to laugh off their host's supposed psychic gifts as pure nonsense. Now, being face-to-face with the celebrity medium, Gwen finds that she wants to avoid her gaze, afraid perhaps to see a glimmer of actual power, which would force her to give serious consideration to the content of the show.

So, instead of looking at Sarah, Guinevere focuses on her cat.

"And it looks like I might not be the only one who's feeling a little tired."

She nods in the direction of Lunar.