[A pause; she hadn't expected to be invited in, and she mentally kicks herself now for that. Sure, knock, hand over gifts, leave seemed good in theory, but she should have known that it almost definitely wasn't going to happen that way. Even grieving, he'd of course offer.
Starting to open her mouth, it appears as though she's going to refuse regardless, except she suddenly shuts it instead and with an inclination of her head, she squeezes through the doorway.
She doesn't look around once inside, it'll only prompt him to if he catches her at it. Rather, after sipping off her wet boots she takes a step to the table where the wok and cast aside bow for it rest, with an asking glance]