"That's way less likely to happen there than up here. I don't have very intrusive roommates," she points out with a wink, arching to pull her jeans up and button them.

With her back turned to Eliot, scar and the edge of the tattoo on her lower back fully visible now, she reaches for her bra and slips it on. She struggles with securing the hooks for a brief second, wincing as the pain in her shoulder from where Neeshka shot her with an arrow flares up.

"Where is home for you?" She asks gently, glancing back at him over her shoulder briefly. There's very little that she knows about Eliot, after all.