[it is quite a place, yes. and one she's comfortable in, at least for the moment, having had a bit of time to direct her mental energies into trying to be chill, a thing she isn't used to trying this hard at. she'd been trying to hard to focus on that she hadn't seen or heard him slip in. if she had she'd have been worried sooner.]

Well, well, look what the cat---

---oh. Wow, you look---

[like you were dragged in by a cat she almost says, but there's no cat to be found. just a very worn down palamedes. so she's up and on the move. no fingerguns for him, she is quickly dragging over another chair for his chair so that his feet can have their own chair. he looks like it's a two chair kind of day.]

Yes. Sit. Please sit. No falling over allowed.

[you fall over, you get carried to a reclining chair. for a moment she thinks it's coldblood related like jinx, until she remembers palamedes isn't a coldblood - they'd talked about trying to find one, and it had led to big things. so it must be something else. and now she's dragging her own chair around her work area and closer to the little setup she's arranging for him. hold on, she's getting a pillow.]

Did you take a lamp or walk all the way from the Outpost?

[because dude. you look like you walked thirty miles over a path of legos.]