Eden doesn't startle easily anymore. Loud noises will do it, gunshots and fireworks, but a man speaking to her is nothing now. This is Darrow and so perhaps her sense of safety is misguided, but she always feels as if there's nothing they could do that she couldn't stop. She may not make much use of her powers, but they're there when she needs them.

"Oh, well, I like it," she says, laughing a little at the man's query. "It's usually pretty quiet and the landlord stays on top of things mostly." She thinks a moment before she continues. "It gets a bit drafty in winter, but there are worse things to deal with." It's home to her now, comfortable and secure, somewhere to retreat at the end of long days. It's not perfect, but she has trouble thinking of downsides to share.