[ once she's done some venting, or maybe after some food and rest tomorrow morning around noon or later, she'll look back to this evening and acknowledge (albeit grumpily) that she's done a bit of tantruming made things unnecessarily difficult for the brother who has only tried his best in doing right by her. no further proof is needed beyond his handling of her rhetorical question, one devoid of any 'correct' answer.

...it's irksome. just like when he helped her pack, that was also troublesome. sigh. then again, it's no news that their good intentions can also (if not often) end up making things more difficult for each other. maybe he's just getting even...

she briefly pinches the bridge to her nose, takes a heavy breath, and after a few seconds of borderline dramatic silence, finally glances back up at him. ]

In that case, I wanna look around a bit more. I'll come back to this building once I'm done touring for tonight, can't fill you in about tomorrow just yet though.

[ she's a night owl, for one, and this is her counter-compromise: she'll return tonight, but no promises beyond that. it could be worded better, yes, since the main reason she can't tell him about tomorrow and beyond is because she doesn't know herself. she's gonna keep searching for a place that suits her better is all, somewhere amenable to loud noises regardless of the hour. it's another reason to love (and miss) her shop: it's not in the residential district, but commercial one. ]