"Hey," she greets back, ducking her head as she enters. There's a touch of melancholy in her voice, offset by how grateful she is to have a friend she can call. Her eyes are pulled up.

She's never been in the bunker before. It's... huge, and would be sort of eerie if it weren't for Sam standing there in the middle of it. Her eyes catch symbols and cameras and -- no, it's still pretty eerie.

By the time she realizes she's behaving more like a tourist than a gracious interloper, she's been gaping for a few seconds. She closes her mouth and returns her gaze to Sam.

"Thank you," she says, shoulders dropping gratefully, like the door closing means she's successfully escaped something terrible on the other side of that blast door. She's sure she wouldn't be the first.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything."