@ridethemrough
She knows she isn’t alone the moment she walks into her house-- but she doesn’t follow her need to check things yet-- a few observations let her know it isn’t exactly a stranger that has let herself into her own safe haven and so she moves like she would any other day, waiting for the smallest sign of movement. It isn’t until she reaches the kitchen that she spots him, a suit--- a clearly gorgeous suit is currently splattered with blood and she can’t see his face --but she’d wager she’d missed a good fight. “Whilst I love an impromptu visit as much as the next budding criminal is there a good reason you’re bleeding all over my kitchen floor?” She grabs a box from underneath the sink, and sets it on the table. “Is that your blood or did I fetch the first aid kit for nothing?”
