There was a muffled: "I got it!" And a clatter of feet on the stairs. Really Che was worse than Sam when it came to careening down stairs, even after this long she was still getting used to legs, and especially when it came to the stairs, she skidded to a stop in the foyer, settling herself before she went to answer the door.
There was barely a moment between opening the door and recognizing him before she grinned, practically dragging him into the house, wrapping him up in a quick hug before pushing him to arm's reach again, "Good to see you, c'mon in."