Jen scrubbed the back of her head at Guy's reaction, but otherwise was appreciative that he wasn't dwelling on her appearance. "Lovely," she remarked and accepted the bottle from him, eager to switch the focus onto something else.
She couldn't help but snort at what he said next and rolled her eyes, a grim claiming her features despite herself. She knew she liked him for a reason - no lectures, no molly coddling, no making her feel worse than she already did. Between Alan and Todd she already had enough of that in her life. But not Guy - they could get together, work and form a plan on how they were going to apprehend the otherwise elusive Black Hand.
She tipped her head and held the door wider, allowing him access to the apartment. "Inside, you."