[ Grell plops right down where he sets her, leaning back into the cushions with a defiant sigh. ]

That's certainly not what I had in mind. [ But with a peer at him, she visibly relents. ] But it will have to do, I suppose - if you won't scold me for washing my hair, as well.

[ As for her flat, it isn't in the best shape, either. It appears she had begun to pick through her belongings at some point and simply never bothered to tidy up after, a glass here and there - as well as a broken one she'd just left in pieces. The kitchen unused and bare, the laundry undone, the bed slept in and never made.

To be fair, she hadn't intended to come back to it. ]