[ Alayne watches, but in a way that is not overtly watchful, as Tommy shoves his hands indelicately into the pocket of his shirt and hunches. There was no question, he was something of a brute, but unlike so many others Alayne had known throughout her life, Tommy seemed to glean no satisfaction from all that brutishness and did not seem to gloat in all of the ways of his crassness. He seemed constantly uncomfortable, as if there was something unpleasant itching away beneath the bulk of him. What that something was, Alayne could not say, but he felt as though he was hiding something (perhaps from her, perhaps from himself; people could be blind in many ways, Alayne knew).

She is about to ask if he is looking for someone when he provides his excuse. It's inelegant but reasonable and so Alayne doesn't question it, simply bows again and moves away from the coolbox, whose door still remains flung wide. ] I hope me being here provides no inconvenience. Bran— [ She catches herself and looks immediately chastised. Like a servant just caught talking about of place. ] —the young Lord Stark is hungry. And it is difficult for him to come on his own.