One slice became two slices, became three slices, became... half a pizza. Yes. Half of a large pizza. That was enough to satisfy his hunger. The rest, he'd save; it'd make a decent breakfast. Hell, this kind of reminded him of his college years. He sighed as he closed the box, put it away in the fridge, and washed up in the kitchenette's sink.<br/><br/>It was as he was washing his hands that he heard the knock at the door. "Just a moment," He called out, turning off the water, grabbing a paper towel, and drying his hands as he covered the distance between the kitchenette, and the front door. His voice still had that rich warmth to it that he had always possessed.<br/><br/>He wondered about who was at the door; he wasn't expecting anyone. Maybe they were lost, or maybe it was a friendly neighbor coming to greet the new guy?<br/><br/>The sound of the deadbolt being undone could be heard, and then, right after that, the door creaked open. The door was mostly closed, just enough space for his head to be clearly visible and peeking out at the one in the hallway. "Hel...lo?" What had initially started off as a warm, if somewhat guarded greeting, quickly faltered, and sputtered out into confusion and quietness.<br/><br/>He watched her. He blinked several times, and his general disposition showed that he was... confused. Not scared or anything, but really confused and uncertain. "Uhh..." It was rare for him to be tongue-tied, but one could hardly fault him.<br/><br/>He smells sweet, but not in a sickening way. it's light. Citrus. He always did love citrus.  And, something new for her, something she's probably finally getting used to... his heartbeat. It was fast, but steady.