Henley half-follows him, pausing at the bottom of the stairs to glance up them and towards the door to her own room. "Should I change?"

At very least, she feels like she should grab some sandals -- and maybe some sunscreen, given the fact that, with her complexion, she can look at a picture of the sun and burn. Not that she's opposed to being outside, not like Danny can be, sometimes, the beach is very much her idea of a good time, but well. She knows her limits or to take precautions, whichever.