He's noticed her, of course. It'd be hard not to, even though he hasn't actually seen her much. Sam's purposefully not thought anything of it - mostly because he'd still been adjusting himself. It's a hard thing to process.

When he finally does meet her, she definitely doesn't come across as someone who'd spent a few days avoiding him and crying in her room. Not on the surface, at least.

But he isn't going to ask what took her so long. Not his place, and it could be any number of reasons, probably some he can't even think of. He won't speculate.

"Roommate's one word for it," he agrees with a smike, reaching out to clasp her hand and give it a firm, friendly shake. "Sam. You're lucky you caught me after I've already asked most of the 'what the hell' questions people probably get tired of answering."

All right, he's not going to ask directly, but he is going to give her an opening, just in case. Or a joke, if she wants to brush it off.