*tries to mask her shock (not that you'd notice it) at the even worse than usual sight of you, pajama-clad, unshaven, and possibly unwashed, if the faint odor is any indication*
*steps in past you and gets a fuller view (through the haze of cigarette smoke) of the trash littering the floor throughout the musty apartments* *walks over to the TV and flicks it off* *goes next to the living room windows and opens all of them wide*
*sighs* Same place I lived the last six times you asked. Ossiriand, sir. I'm heading back pretty soon. Have you been outside today?