"N-No!" A little too quickly, but she corrects herself just as. "No, don't worry. It isn't."

Because honestly, what kind of time do they have here beyond too much of it?

She gives a soft laugh and gestures for him to come on in, and don't worry. Her room is bare bones; a table made from plywood and crates, a sunken mattress on the floor... lingering claw marks from an event that feels lifetimes ago with the way time in Nesreca drags along like pulling teeth. "I know it's not much, but come in."