At least her safe house is nestled comfortably in a maze of trees and winding roads. Sure that means it'll provide her with cover and a means to lose people if she really needs to so the landscape is as much a tactical choice as a personal preference. She's happy with her pick, even if she's currently got her notes laid out in front of her of additional changes and security installations she wants to make. It's a wonderful distraction.

Glancing up at the knock she draws a hand over her tired eyes, setting her notes aside as she gets up to get the door. Unlike her quarters, her safe house is properly furnished and a lot more comfortably livable. Not quite homey, but that might change.

When she sees him she gives him a small smile, opening the door wide and stepping to the side, "Come in, Wash."