[If the sound of the front door wouldn't have caused her to stir, the smell of Chinese food wafting through the apartment had surely done the trick.
Damp hair hung down to the middle of her back, Rose having emerged in a pair of shorts and a shirt that was several sizes too big for her with a towel slung over her shoulder, the weary signs of lack of sleep touching her features.]
You got take-out.
[Approval in her tone as she leaned against the breakfast bar, looking into their small kitchen.]
I haven't had Chinese in... forever.
[Well. Not since she'd returned from Siberia but it didn't seem wise to mention that.]