"Good." He can appreciate self sufficient people, but it doesn't stop him from helping.

Levi glances around with her. The sight has become familiar, although the changing season means that the tree tops are mostly bare, now. He misses the cover of the leaves, the sound it makes when the wind blows through. But it'll come back, in time.

"Yeah, it's less stuffy." It reminds him best of being high up while using the gear. It's fresher, clearer.

He gestures. "Come on in. Take your shoes off once you're inside."

There's a mat and small foyer area for shoes, and in one corner are two pairs of tall over-knee boots. One is noticeably shorter than the other, and next to them is a neatly stacked set of strange looking metal boxes with what looks like narrow gas canisters atop them, along with trigger handles and a complicated set of leather harness pieces hanging on a peg on the wall.

Levi steps into a pair of slippers after leaving his loafers at the door, still holding her box, and leads them both to the kitchen.