"No, not at all," she replies, and steps aside to let him in. "Please, come in. I guess I wasn't expecting to see you -- well, I wasn't expecting anyone, but --" And she takes a deep breath, as if to steady herself and mitigate what might become nervous rambling. They'd already said their goodbyes, and the fact she's still here makes her feel like she'd been lying, and he's one of the last people she would ever want to lie to. She slows down, and makes eye contact when she sincerely asks, "How are you?"