"Yep. Clothes, new contacts, artillery, and... ooh, might as well load up with those grenades you gave me."

She offers a half-smile and a shrug, and starts making for the door.

"Actually," she adds over her shoulder with a little wrinkle of her nose. "Do you think it's such an emergency that we can't jump in my shower first? I'd hate to show up all bed-skanky, and smelling of... you."

Perhaps a chuckle would normally escape her at this point. But not today. She's blank.

"That would be a bit of a slap in the face, after a year of not seeing me," she reasons, fairly.