Mkichaa nodded to her, not insulted by the offer. It pleased Jez quite a bit, being able to navigate a social situation successfully. She nodded back a little. A moment later, when she caught a glisten on the woman's face, she carefully averted her gaze to Guenevere. Jez, of all people, knew how excruciating it could be to be caught having emotions. Mkichaa was clearly a kindred spirit when it came to displaying no weakness, and giving her privacy was the decent thing to do.

"Thank you."

Jez hadn't expected that. She looked back and gave a small, slightly wonky smile; a rare sight, and a brief one, but it seemed right to show it to Mkichaa as a sort of exchange. She tried to refocus on the Ravenclaw refugee as the other witch left. She was excited by the prospect of a shower. Jez had bought the tent solely because of its tiny bathroom; she knew how it felt to be stranded without one while covered in questionable substances.

“I couldn’t take the bed, though, even if you don’t intend to use it tonight.”

She couldn't fault Guenevere for that. Borrowing a stranger's shower was somehow not as bad as borrowing their bed. She nodded, getting up from the table to kneel beside her backpack and pull out the tent. "The water pressure is a bit unstable," she said, half her mind considering which wards to set up. And she'd need one that could be triggered by a flare spell in case she missed it.

When the bundle was out on the floor, Jez took a few steps backwards and then waved her wand. The non-verbally spell erected the tent in the space of a few seconds, leaving the dark grey material fluttering slowly to a halt. "It's in the back. Oh -- uh, don't take the facecloth off the mirror." It was a two-way mirror, and she didn't want Agent Houdini to get an eyeful of an innocent civilian.