That memory was firmly planted in her brain, from nearly shooting him to nearly getting shot herself. It wasn't her favorite memory, but he'd proved himself not to be just a guy who was hell bent on destroying everything for no reason. While she didn't always agree with how he did things, the truth was that she recognized those feelings a lot more than she should have. It was all a little too familiar, which was why she fought so hard not to have him go off the deep end. She knew where that would lead, and it wasn't anywhere good. If something happened while he was here, she would deal with it. He mattered more than her apartment.
She got some bottled water out of the fridge and handed him one, though she would have made coffee. He was staying here and they weren't leaving so she might as well. And for once, she didn't grab a beer. Instead she grabbed a bottle for herself. Maybe she drank too much. Then she grabbed plates and anything else they would need, before sitting it on the table.
"I don't usually have company either, especially not here. So make yourself at home. My place is your place. You and Micro didn't do dinner together?" she asked, though she was kind of teasing him. "Don't feel like you have to mind your manners or anything." More teasing. "Just sit and eat."