She turned towards the staircase -- the one that led up to the rooms the Scoobies had overrun, leaving the singular downstairs bedroom for Albert -- but spared a smile over her shoulder. Sincere enough, if small. It wouldn't be right to alert him to the fact that he was playing surrogate tourist, standing in the place of another someone with whom she'd often wanted to share the wonders of her world.

"I'll be a great tour guide," she vowed. "The bestest."

One, two, three steps up and -- "Sweet dreams, Albert. You can sleep safe. There's a ward spell on the house. But if you need anything...?" A helpless shrug. "Shouting usually gets someone's attention."