A true friend reaches for your hand … and puts a glass of gin in it.

Her apartment was spacious only in the way that it was open. It wasn't huge but still, a sight bigger than Dresden might be used to. That was the good part about finding old properties that could be repurposed. For instance, this place used to be part of an old grainery, the office and workman's areas stayed when the rest was torn down and she'd scooped it up for a song and spent time fixing it up enough for her. The decore was lean and modest but it suited her personality.

It had room for her things, which weren't much, a bar, a small kitchen, an open loft for the bed, and a locked safe where her weapons were stowed when not in use. Most of 'em anyway. She was never entirely bereft of something, she'd been in too many fights and taken in too many bounties to ever be completely unarmed.

She straightened the few things that needed it, cleared away some trash, and tidied up her coat, hat, and boots by the door. She didn't wait on him because he'd get there when he got there and she wasn't the sort who got all flustered over company in the first place.