There was a half shrug as she twisted around to give her apartment a last wistful glance and shut the door. "I'm doing alright." Despite her reluctance, she knew there were worse places to stay than a penthouse in the middle of Manhattan. Much worse places. "At least this way maybe Boyd will try to keep herself alive rather then me. I hope." She frowned a little and didn't look away from her hands as she dug her key out of her jacket. After locking the door, she dropped it into her purse and started for the stairs, shouldering her bag and lifting her head back up to correct her posture.