She let's him hold the door open for her and gives him a nod. She doesn't need a man to take care of her, but she doesn't mind when they do things like that.

"Popcorn and another beer, and a food rub sound like heaven. I was undercover all last week in high heels and my feet are killing me James." She says as she makes her way over to make herself comfortable on his couch. She doesn't need the invitation anymore, she's just taking over like she owns the place.