She grinned, taking the offered arm once more. It was only another few blocks to her condo, fishing the keys out of a pocket and opening the door, waving him in, "C'mon in."
The place was tidy enough, though definitely lived-in, with dishes in the drying rack and a towel over the back of a kitchen chair, she slung her purse over the coathook behind the door, kicking off her shoes as well. Poe fluttered from her shoulder to a perch hung over the kitchen sink, preening and settling, "Make yourself at home."