"Dork," Connie calls over her shoulder with a chuckle as the lock clears and the door opens. Scooping up her helmet from where she'd set it down she pushes in past the door and takes a quick glance around. Seems like a decently set up place, if this was really hers then she's more than happy to call dibs on all of it.

"Loosen up a bit, Wash. If we're gonna stick around and take it easy we might as well settle in."

She tips her head towards the living space, leaving the door open as invitation and she heads further in to find somewhere to leave her armour as she works on unfastening the metal plating. Even if they did move on, this would be a more convenient and private base of operations than York's dive bar.