Trying to ride the waves of what used to work, way back when - the memories of those days are a bit lost to other memories burning too brightly in her mind to allow looking at the other side, but this is almost muscle memory. She doesn't really need to think for it once she's found the path.

"I have my bicycle at the central station, so it doesn't matter." And then, after a moment, she adds quickly: "But thank you." That belongs there, doesn't it?