"Busy," she says with a wry smile, glancing down to check Abbie's progress. She doesn't add 'stuck,' because she technically could get out more if she was less stubborn about avoiding the nursery. That's the problem with not entirely trusting ROMAC's motives in asking her to look after the twins in the first place: she can't trust the organization to look after them adequately when they're out of her sight, either. Maybe she has no business caring for them, but at least she is caring for them, and well. Who might they go to if they're not with her?

Besides, the 'stuck' part is probably obvious.

Also obvious: the Balladeer isn't as 'fine' as he says he is. She considers his vague description of his own activities, a pensive little frown on her face, then tries a different tack. "It's, er… not always easy to adjust to having so much freedom, is it? Especially after being so settled, back home."

She's talking about herself as much as him. Granted, she didn't hop through time and space the way he did, but her days did tend to follow a pattern. And sometimes the repetitive grind of it all had driven her mad, but having no set routine is just as bad. At least she's used to this steady progression from day to day, which is more than the poor Balladeer can probably say.