"Had a run in with someone who should have burst into flames in the sunlight. Spent some time in the hospital." The hunter said it as if it was nothing. In a way, it was. He stepped in - through the door - and gave a look around.
"Thought you'd do some redecorating?" He motioned to the shop then glanced at the windows that weren't there. He soon returned to her, brows raised in slight question. His lips pursed as he was getting a picture he didn't like; he'd developed a sense of when someone had been crying and gone through something pretty damn emotional. This was more than the store.
"You know you look like shit?" The way he said it wasn't meant to be cruel; in fact, there was concern and care in his words. "How long have you been working on this?" He would have checked on her had he noticed it before that vampire bastard crushed his hands, and he was certain he would have noticed any kind of refurbishing. He would have heard it.