She clocks it immediately, of course, because there is no world in which she's capable of entering a room without scoping it out; she takes the time he's feeding the cat to drop her pack and a few layers, and she's looking at the mirror by the time he comes back, albeit from across the room.

"I see you didn't come up empty handed from Christmas," she comments. She has an addition of her own, the gleam of a gold chain around her neck, but the pendant is between her shirt and her skin. "Anything good?"