Mo was indeed a clever girl, and Pierce knew that she'd have no trouble getting up to the tower where he resided - despite the confusing elevator and stair routes presented on the journey. He could easily see where one would just throw in the towel and insist that they be beamed up like Spock to his dwellings. But he enjoyed the privacy. It was close enough so that he was 'in' on the action, but still, the tower was isolated. No one would dare come up without an invitation.
Unless, of course, they wanted their legs broken. But that was neither here nor there.
He went to answer the door, opening it swiftly with a grand gesture for her to come inside and shutting the door behind her. "Hello sweetheart," he beamed, taking a moment to study her appearance. She looked well, if a bit on the too-thin side. Then he hugged her - a rare occurrence, as Pierce was certainly not one to be overly affectionate. But when it had been awhile since seeing someone near and dear, such things were warranted.
The apartment was beautifully furnished, as to be expected - gleaming parquet floors, magnificent French windows, granite countertops, plush furniture you could just sink right into. Perhaps he would even take her up through the door in the master bedroom, which lead to the highest point of the building and offered a fantastic view. Overall, Pierce was pleased with his new home. He really would consider getting a pet, if he found he had enough time. But then again, when did he ever have enough time these days?
"Make yourself comfortable," he said, gesturing toward the opulent living room. "Can I get you anything? I just stocked up on food and drinks so you can have your pick." The bar was open too, if she wanted anything with a kick to it.