Duhan takes a moment to wash his glasses clean, before looking at himself in the mirror.<em>Oh man, have I had mud on me all day?</em>he thinks, remember the cars splashing him on the road. Sighing, he pulls off his coat, and hangs it up on the hook on the back of the door. He then takes a little bit of water, and wipes away the dirt from his cheeks. He then straightens his hair as best he can, trying to make himself look more dashing, and less like a vagrant.  Smoothing his shirt one last time, he reopens the door and steps out to find her in the kitchen. "So..." he says, walking over and leaning against the door frame. "Thank you, by the way. I don't know what would have happened if those guys had found me out there alone."