It was second nature, even a reflex to check her lines of sight and potential exits, something she did without even really thinking about it anymore. She shook her head at the question, "No, I'm good. But thanks." She replied as she went to sit on the end of the nearest couch as it had the most open space around it should she need to make a dive for freedom, though even despite that she was still at ease.

"You know," She said, tone utterly conversational, "As far as lairs go, this one really isn't that bad. You could definitely do worse." And the tidiness was a point in his favor, as much as she hated to admit to anything of the sort, even to herself. Though she did suspect that mostly it was so that he could pack up and leave in a hurry if he had to, and she didn't blame him for that in the slightest.