The fact that there's an upstairs impresses her. Her apartment back in New York was big, but only one story. And of course it, like her apartment here, was more part of her cover than a real home, carefully designed to make her look as normal as possible. This place is a real home. She can't help staring around until he tries to take the bag from her.

"Oh, that's okay, you don't have to," she says quickly. She's not holding on to it too tightly, so if he insists, she'll let go of it. She follows him into the kitchen, still staring. "Your aunt and uncle have a really nice place."