[As they go straight through the door, she's a bit alarmed, but not because he barged in.]

Watch out for the books!

[She's afraid he might trip over them and hurt himself. There are piles of them here or there in the room. It's almost a library. There's also other evidence of her painting, such as the ones she showed off earlier all sitting in a row.

Once she's set down she smiles wryly at the remark about rest.]

Some would find that a little peculiar, but I believe you'd actually do it. I was going to offer you tea or some snacks, but I guess that's out of the question?