Megan opens the door so Steph can enter and steps back to give her room. She's made a cursory attempt to clean up, throwing out anything that could go bad and dusting -- she sheds dust at a very slow rate, not noticeable unless she doesn't Swiffer regularly, which she hasn't been very much, here -- but... There's still clothes all over everything, including underwear, which she gives not a single fuck about. (It's not like people don't pay to see her in it, anyway.) The cat comes by to show some affection to Steph, then vanishes upstairs to do whatever cats do.

"Um... thanks for the stuff." She sounds a bit bewildered by that; her people (the tribe of technicolour teenagers who sleep in bus stops and assault strange men with trolling) think the cure to sickness is more alcohol. So.

She wonders where she heard that -- work? Probably. She hasn't been in in a while, people there think that she's been out sick.