Well, the music was on, which meant that she had to be here somewhere. Tinkering, working, dancing about or talking to herself could all be activities she was engaged in, and as long as he didn't have to endure her having a little 'friend' over, he wouldn't completely explode immediately. He looked around for signs of her before recognizing her boots on the metal as she landed behind him.

"There you are," he remarked as her arms came around him. Uncharacteristically, his hand immediately rose to slide his fingers around one of her wrists and he turned his head so that his blue eye could observe her behind him. He appreciated that she was in good spirits. "You're alone here, yes? I don't want street rats knowing where your workshop is." That had always been the rule.