He can probably hear her coming to the door of the apartment. Mostly because she's not quiet and she's laughing as she opens it.

"You can't have forgotten your key ag -- Jem."

It's a surprise to see him but a pleasant one, and her smile widens even as her eyes search his face. He doesn't look well, leaning heavier and pale and she wonders if it's a war wound or something that means he has to have a cane, "Are you okay?"

Leave it to her to blurt it out - blushing. "Sorry, come in, come in."