Dylan looked up from a bong shaped rather cleverly like a dragon and seemed to relax a bit when he saw a girl he recognized from the journals. His expression went from tense to slightly less tense and he ambled over to her, adjusting the straps of his backpack on his shoulders. "Hi, Sylvia." He said, smiling vaguely. He glanced beyond her into the door that led downstairs. "Is that really where you live?" He asked.