Inside is a cramped room with a bed, a dresser, and not much else, the kind of hole-in-the-wall that comes cheap and probably infested with vermin. Thankfully not currently visible, but he definitely hears them at night. Little buggers.

It does have one good thing going for it: the walls aren't very thin.

It looks like he's been here a while judging by the boxes he's clearly living out of that hold stuff one would keep in a more permanent residence -- little homey knick-knacks. He starts to apologise for the mess and then stops himself, because... actually it's about as tidy as he can keep it and also, who cares.

Instead he looks thoroughly bewildered after shutting the door. "I'm sorry, I don't understand." Why she's here, what she wants. He's not exactly the type of person people drop in to make social calls.