[Hearing her voice confirmed one of his suspicions. It's that girl he talked with before in the kitchen, a good while ago. If it's not her, he would think she's either a monster, sent to kill or trick--in this place, who knows?--or even an illusion.]

Ah, sorry. It's not what I was expecting, so I apologise.

[To leave or not to leave. Hm.]

If my presence is bothering you, then I can take my leave.

[He may leave for another floor, or go to another part of this lounge to rest.]