"Mmmmmf," Harry replied to the greeting. He'd never been a morning person. At least, not by choice. Life and work had tried to turn him into one, but it hadn't really taken. He got up because he had to, but most knew not to try to engage him in conversation until he'd had his coffee.
Andy was one who could get away with it. "Need. Coffee." He grumbled. He managed a smile, though, because he was genuinely happy to see her. Having her move in had been partly spontaneous, but functional too. He was very glad she had been staying with him the night she had died in her dreams.
And now she was a permanent resident of the compound. "Maggie will be down in a bit," he told her.