Clove had left the door open, yeah, but she was also more than ready to greet him with one of her knives if the person opening the door turned out to not be him. And man, she was grateful that she'd found those on her table the other day, since people had had stuff start showing up for them and all. There wasn't a whole lot of shit from home that she really would've appreciated.
It was him, though, so she just idly flipped the knife between her fingers. "Hey," she said, looking at him with concern. "Talk to me. What can I do?"
She hadn't been joking about that whole stabbing think, but she was there for him besides that.