[He does come in. No umbrella... well. He's already sick. Which is amazing, he's an idiot, right? In a lighter mood than this he might have laughed. As is though, he just tugs at the edges of the ninja-vest he has on (now sporting a sizable hole from a stab he got in the draft) and leans against the door frame once inside]
no subject
I just came to see you.
[HE ignores her question entirely]