Guinevere's days were filled with very little while her mistress locked herself away in her room. She is still getting acquainted with her Tablet and upon seeing Casey's discomfort she decides to respond. That seems to be the way this whole system worked in the city anyway.

"You know my father had similar back pain and her received a poultice from a physician to help with it," Guinevere says, paying little mind to the implications of her statement until after it has left her mouth. "Uhm, n-not that you're old...er. Not that you're my father's age-- I don't think that."

She resists the sudden urge to inquire just how old he is and sticks to looking completely uncomfortable instead.