action;
[She even opens the door like a regular, solid person, shutting it again behind her. She doesn't bother locking it. It's not like anyone who would want in would be bothered by a locked door anyway and she figures the click would just make them both feel more nervous.]
Hey, aren't you that guy I was kissing earlier? [She smiles his way. She doesn't feel quite as natural as she sounds, but it's not that bad either. She throws the clothes she'd taken off in the hamper and when she does, she moves a vase of multi-colored roses that had been sitting behind a box up on to one of the tables so it wouldn't get knocked over.]