The more she spoke, the more comfortable he felt as she very much sounded of home. And he was homesick. And deeply patriotic but that was neither here nor there. "Message works. Or note," he said in an amused sort of way although she was starting to give him the willies from the expression on her face. It was a little too... Rachel Berry. "Aye, definitely. I am glad y'came."
He nodded and stepped out of the way so she could come in. Once she was inside, he took the time to shut the door and headed automatically for the kitchen. "Make yerself comfortable. My cottage is your cottage," he offered in general custom. He searched through his fridge until he found bottled water which he brought to her without further ado. "Is this merely social or did y'come to see Golf-2 as well?"