Buffy looked suburban. Dick didn't know why he was surprised that the house was too, but he was. Giving his fur a little shake before she stepped inside, he stretched up on her forearm to look around, rather daintily, a paw at a time. He blinked a few times around. "I can't see as well as I used to. Too much light. It kind of sucks."
Another few steps into the hallway she went. "This is pretty nice," he said, appreciatively. He watched her put his stuff down. "Thanks. I appreciate you not freaking out about this. I'd be kind of screwed if I was on the street right now." He looked blindly toward the window. It was still snowing.
Dick awkwardly trekked to the edge of the bedspread and sniffed. It smelled like female, but not like Buffy. (Buffy smelled kinda nice, but he couldn't place exactly what it was she smelled like.) "This your mom's room? She going to mind me crashing?"