Troy wasn't always the best with social cues, but shaking shoulders were usually the gateways to danger. Okay. Something had happened; either while he was away, or that night with Emma. He could ask in a moment, Troy decided. First? Tea. Didn't seem right, asking questions before she'd gotten comfortable.
"Come on in. I'm not certain what we've got in the cupboards, but you're welcome to that, too."