[Her back's turned at first, she's brooding by the window with her tea like every other angsty teenager in the universe (it's just one of those broody protagonist things), watching the rain come down. At least it's not hailing anymore. The patter of the rain on glass is a lot more pleasant on the ears than 'BANG BANG BANG BANG'.]
[At the sound of the greeting, though, she looks over her shoulder.]
D'AWW late is always fine! [1/2]
[At the sound of the greeting, though, she looks over her shoulder.]