His wait wasn't a long one. Gretel had taken some time in the last twenty minutes to shove some of her belongings in a more appropriate space. She wasn't used to having the need to put shit away, since most of the time they were always moving the next day anyway. She hadn't been responsible for maintaining a home since... well, ever. Yet her night with Frank had told her it might be good to keep her weaponry in it's own place and not so easily accessible, because the damage she'd be doing here was mostly just to property.
Her own, by the remains of the TV in the living room.
She didn't even greet him verbally- it was superfluous since she knew he was coming, and the look on his face said a simple, irrelevant hello just wasn't going to do anything. Compassion softened her eyes and little welcoming smile, as she motioned him inside.
"C'mon," she said softly. "Whatever it is, let's make it right."