She followed him, warily but curious. "There's a shock," she murmured, glancing around the kitchen/living room. Frankly, she'd expected it to be filthy and disorganized. But then, how well did she really know him? She'd been so focused on hiding herself from him that she only just realized now how much he could be hiding from her.

Megara went to the counter, leaning her crossed arms on it as she watched him. "...yeah, sure. Whatever you have."