Lisbeth stretches as she sits up, pulled from her dozing by the sound of the lock turning and then Sam and the dogs. She watches him for a moment, everything still a bit soft around the edges with half-sleep, and then turns to take in the effect of the apartment.

"I went somewhere with lights like this once," she says. "I thought I would try it."

She smiles, slow and warm, leaning on the arm of the couch. "Do you like it?" she asks, followed by the far more mundane, "Should I come help with the bags?" Sometimes she just likes to see how many things he can juggle.