Hideaway Strath Taco time

Would it be an intrusion? The wheels in Phox's head were slowly starting to spin, and he realized that she might actually be a candidate to stay here longer than one night. It was like one of those fluorescent lights that flickers a few times, then takes another minute to warm up to its full potential. Something about her asking if there was space for her probably did it.

Will you be heading out in the morning? he asked, trying to find out for certain what her intentions were. Maybe his tired brain wasn't terribly smart, or maybe he wasn't terribly smart, but this seemed like a good way to get to the bottom of the mystery of what she was planning on doing. Besides, it was a good question to ask even if she planned on leaving. Depending on her answer, he could escort her to one place or another for a good night's sleep.