A disarming smile, that kind that sends her pulse from steady to erratic in a milisecond. She resents it almost as much as she welcomes it, because that bond between them is going to be strong no matter what.

And stubborn.

"Hi." She gives him a tentative smile of her own, and shuffles her weight from one foot to another. She has come straight to his door, so she's still wearing her coat and knitted hat, and the massive scarf that's threatening to swallow up her face.

"Can I come in?"