There's not much space to hide in here, unless you're a cat, but there are lots of windows, if one was desperate. The apartment is mostly tidy, save for the perpetual pile of coffee mugs around the kitchen sink. Agatha sniffs Breq curiously before butting her head against her hand with a soft "mrrp!"

"You're right, of course." And she is tired, so she sinks down into the couch with a sigh. Agatha immediately trots over to take her customary place on Beverly's lap. "And I don't think so - I plan on telling her everything myself."