He crosses to the couch near the edge of the room and tentatively takes a seat, hoping it's sturdy enough to handle the weight of the armor. It creaks once in protest but quickly settles. Good - the last thing he wants to do is break her furniture.

"Makes sense." A beat. "Um, here? I guess...I mean, I don't think I'm doing anything today, so..." He shrugs. If she wants him to stick around, he doesn't see any reason not to.