"Three weeks." Staring at him, her face twists for a moment into something pained and unpleasant that he's not seen before. It's not planned, and it surprises her enough that the only thing she can do is look away for a moment. Somehow the fact that he's been able to get away from the past week rubs her wrong, like when you pet a cat backwards. It's an odd feeling, and not one that she particularly cares for.

"Well, then." Swallowing hard, she looks back at her things, then to him again. "It's good and lucky that we're neighbors then, isn't it." It's not the flurry of words that come to her mind, it's just that it's good to be living next door to him. Across the hall.