She's curled up on the couch in her living room. And not alone, although the dog curled up with her isn't what one would normally call 'company'. Lucky seemed to have a sixth sense about when someone needed something to cuddle, and he'd shown up at her doorstep, tail wagging happily to see her, moments after she'd gotten back home. Unpacking could wait. Instead, she curled up with the dog until the voice from the doorway drew her attention. She hadn't been worried, she'd heard the key in the lock, which had meant it was him.

She managed a crooked smile when he came in, although there was a tired air about her as she met his gaze.

"Shouldn't that be my line?"