She takes in his full arms, and maybe the nice curve of muscle in those arms as he walks through the front door. She'd offer to give him a hand, but something tells her that he'd turn her down anyway. As it is, she moves towards a side room. She's already moved anything remotely valuable away from the window.

"No, I think I've moved everything." The easel and her latest work has been pushed against a bookshelf along the wall they entered in. There's a desk along the furthest wall, covered in various notes and books. And then of course her bed along the third wall to the right of the broken window. The window itself is along the fourth wall and covered in plywood. She stands back, letting him set down his tools as he needs to. "Can I get you anything? Iced tea? Water?"