"I'm glad to be here with you," she smiled. "It's been so long since I've seen you - only three months, I know, but I've been worried. Worrying's one of the few things I can do there." She lifted her shoulder in a shrug. "And I know you can't be enjoying living with Harry in that tiny little apartment...although, I don't suppose you're there now, are you? But I don't worry about you finding enough to eat, at least. I mean, you're you after all."
She was rambling a little, and she knew it, so she clenched her hands together for a moment, getting hold of herself again. The medicine worked well, but not perfectly.
"I don't know the place well enough to say where I want to go," she said a bit nervously, but with a small smile too. She didn't really have any place in mind, because she'd only been out the one time Thomas had taken her to the doctor. "Show me around?"