"Yeah." He was trying to keep as low of a profile as possible, but Mitch wasn't sure how much of that he could do with someone who looked like a younger him. His space was on the second floor, a strategic choice out of keeping alert.
Once he led her inside, Mitch made sure the door was secure. "Here," he started, pointing towards a room off the living area. "You can go change. Whatever you want from the drawers. It's not going to fit probably but better than nothing."