"A few months," he said. More than a few. He'd stayed here longer than he'd stayed anywhere in quite some time, and now that he'd ceased his previous occupation, might be here for some time longer. "You?" The apartment was a bit spare but well-furnished, with several locked cabinets on the walls in the living room. There wasn't much sitting out, really--a discarded, half-full mug of coffee, papers scattered across the coffee table, a computer humming in the corner. There was nothing in the apartment to give any real personal touches--no photos, souvenirs, none of the usual detritus that accumulated while busy being a human living in a space. He was watching her move, watching the sharp corner of her shoulder blade jut out as she turned.