She hadn't been not expecting him to show up, but she had been thinking that he'd show up around oh - 12:30, maybe 1:00. Not 2:30, she figured by the time 2:30 rolled around you texted a person to let them know you were still among the living. Yes, Bobbi had a nagging tense feeling whenever he was gone, and yes when he showed back up again and checked in that feeling went away, and yes she was glad to have that feeling gone right now, but it was 2:30.
Bobbi put the safety back on on her gun, and moved over to one of her end tables and stashed the gun in a drawer there. She wasn't going to shoot him, because that would defeat the whole relived he was whole and in one piece feeling. But probably best to put the gun away to avoid temptation all together.
"You have jet leg breath." She told him primly, knowing that there was no such thing, and also not being near enough to him to even determine that. "But good make yourself comfortable on the couch, I'll go get you some blankets and a pillow." She gave a small smirk; "Sylvester will keep you company. Oh my god, Clint don't let him near the throw pillows!"
It wasn't even that Bobbi was that attached to the pillows that had come with he couch, it was just a matter of principal. She didn't want her cat destroying her things. She moved over to the couch to grab the damn cat - seriously she was going to get the thing declawed. She'd already had it de-balled back in the day - maybe that's why Sylvester disliked her, residual bitterness about her getting him fixed.