Oswin gnaws on her lower lip, considering. That should be do-able. Should be.

Might not be.

What if it isn't? It shouldn't be hard, but... what if? What if she can't manage to go out for a week? It's happened. She'd like to say not often, but... well. She's a master at self-delusion, she knows that.

"Um." She doesn't want to fail, if she fails does that mean it's over? How many chances does she get? She should have asked. She forgot to ask.

So in the face of a fairly simple request, Alana gets an expression of near-panic.