She shifted, getting the keys out of her pocket and opening the door.  Once inside, she tossed her keys to the counter and headed into her small, but sufficent kitchen.  She felt the dark magic here, but she had a harder time pin-pointing the location of it.  She grabbed a bottle of water from her fridge and walked over to hand it to him.  She noted that he locked the door, and she wondered if that was his instinct to do so, or just a habit.<br/><br/>She walked thru her small apartment, picking up things off the floor.  A very old, worn book, a few clothes and she tossed them to her bed.<br/><br/>"Do you want to eat or shower first?"  she asked, she stood now, with her hands on her hips, her head tilited slightly to the left, sending short waves of black hair over her shoulder.  She waited for him to answer, entranced by the way magic flowed off of him so easily...she had to really concentrate to get her magic to do that.