Frozen stiff.

I had delivered the item to the right person, and been properly and publicly thanked for it. The only problem was that I had no clue what to do next.

Since I was trying not to stare, I can only assume that Miranda was likewise not staring at me (a much-simpler task for her, to be sure). Finally, though, she broke our mutual silence.

"Thanks again for delivering this," she said, perhaps a bit louder than the first time. Then, she leaned her head a bit closer to mine, and added, "Maybe I can give you something in return later."

Split between being sure I'd imagined this and simply knowing I had no more reason to be there, I turned away, and headed back to the hotel.