Admittedly, she's not sure what mad libs are. But his voice is quiet, kind, and the mug that he's given her is warm between her fingers. His posture, too, is anything but threatening.

All of it merits a lowering of anxiety towards his presence, and the muscles of her chest ease slowly, moderately.

Though she still isn't sure why he's there, breaking into her silence and offering her a steaming mug. She watches the profile of his face.

"Is there someone you're going for?" she asks at last.