[Mikumo's never been particularly attached to clothes in general, so the swimsuit goes unremarked upon. She offers a slight smile back, though it's a little more reserved, not unfriendly but somewhat like she's doing it because she understands it's what's done as opposed to a natural reaction.]

Not at the moment. Just...thinking. [She brings her hand out from behind her back to reveal the glass vial with the strangely glowing tea.] Would you like to come in? I've always gotten the impression that the only advantage of hallway conversation is in how easy it is to eavesdrop.

[Not that it probably makes a difference here in terms of the hotel owners hearing it, but still.]