Nadine has a glass of wine in her hand already, and the heavy scent of herbal smoke comes with her to the door. She isn't exactly dressed, either, currently wrapped in one of her long sleeve and ankle-length silk robes - a new one, more ornate than usual, with gold colored embroidery along it.

"Mmm, I probably should be studying, but...classes are cancelled for now while they deal with the whole walking-corpse problem. I can put it off."

She steps back from the door to let him in. It's obvious her own window boxes have been suffering the same malady, brown shriveled leaves among the green and newly grown nightshade peeking out from the rest. Evidence of Nadine's own evening is also apparent, a half smoked joint smoldering in an ashtray on the table, the bottle of wine already open and half empty.

"I just didn't want to be alone. I don't know, I feel...restless, sort of. But I also don't want to do anything. I could be doing dozens of things - studying, organizing notes, cleaning the dishes, making supplies...but I don't want to do any of it so I'm not."

It doesn't look like she's interrupted him with her request. Or maybe she had, and that's why he looks so particularly rakish and ready to grace the cover of a romance novel. Either way, she likes the look.