He opens the door after a bit, peering out. Ah, she's... Well, that's just how she rolls, he guesses. There are worst things in the world than boobs. A moment later, he opens the door fully. He's dressed a little more casually; a thick coat, slacks, etc. Hey, it's not like HE has to fight a lot. "Hey. Thanks again for helping with this," he says, closing the door behind him. "You okay? I heard the tournament didn't go as planned."