[She comes in with her hands tucked in her pockets, brows raising up. Her version of wrapping is one of those shiny gift bags, tied at the top with a piece of curly ribbon. And inside there's cheese (nice cheese, mind you) and a map of LA.

She's not expecting the state of his room, and her brows pop up as she stands in the doorway.] Damn, glad I got you somethin' small. If you're lactose intolerant or somethin' you can regift it.

Not been getting out much, huh? [She closes the door and heads over to glance at his giant demon reference section happening there.]