Sure, she's used to it. But that doesn't mean she has to like it.

"And you were followed," she retorts, waving a hand flippantly. "Growing sloppy in your age, viejo, maybe next time I should invite them in?"

Always work, work, work. She wonders what he would do if he didn't have someone to help him loosen up. Aside from, well, his normal way, which she's pretty sure involves killing people. He's more like Gabe in that way than either of them would like to admit.

But she's going to make herself comfortable, first, before she gives him anything. Finding the nearest chair and sprawling in to it, sighing overdramatically. "Really, I do all the hard work of finding the dirty laundry, and what do I get? 'You're late'."

She probably got a lot of practice with Gabriel, anyway, at least in terms of mimicry.