She laughed softly. "I am okay," she promised. "and safe." She didn't take offense to the comment. If there was one thing that she knew about Oliver, it was how much he wanted to keep the people he cared about safe. It made sense, he had been through and lost more in five years than most would in a lifetime.
Closing her eyes for a second, she enjoyed the safety of the hug before pulling away. "It's okay. I've forgotten how good you are at just appearing in places." She shrugged. "Do you want some tea? Or...I think I have whiskey." She wasn't much of a drinker but she kept it for visitors and the rare occasion she slipped some into her coffee.
"Do you want me to explain things first? Or show you around? Your room is across the way from me. We've got your standard living room, kitchen, bathroom. It's a nice place." She was rambling and she knew it. Stopping herself, she rubbed her should self consciously.