"That sucks, I hate it when that happens," he commiserates, nodding as he shifts his weight to heft the bag onto one shoulder so that he can reach into his back pocket for his iPhone.
Handing it over to her, he nods toward his own door. "Here, you wanna come in so you're not just stuck standing in the hall for hours? He's slow as hell. I locked myself out twice last year and each time, I was waiting like three hours in the hall. I'm kinda gross from work, so I'm gonna hop in the shower, but you're welcome to like chill on the couch and watch TV or whatever while I'm in there?" he offers, lifting his eyebrows in question.