Edwin greeted Jack, then got to brushing his damp hair out of his face once they were inside, grumbling about needing a haircut as he did. His eyes went a little wide at the idea that someone could be out there in a box again, and after a weak attempt at drying his hands off on his shirt, he pulled his phone out, glancing at the GPS to make sure that none of the little dots were out anywhere that they shouldn't be. He was relieved to find that everyone still seemed to be where they were supposed to be. "I wonder if we should move those boxes closer to the house, for when that does happen," he thought out loud, but was easily distracted, and amused,by Oliver already having claimed the cat.
After fussing with his hair a little bit more, he looked to Harper again. "This is mostly where you'll run into people, and where we'll have meetings, if something comes up that we would need one. Kitchen and laundry room are through there," he pointed to one side of the room, "and there's a game room over there." He looked to Jack, or more specifically, his mug of coffee, and opened his mouth to start explaining that, but held off. "You doing okay today?" he asked Jack instead. He'd meant to send out another round of check-ins the day before, but had just never gotten around to it.