She hears a knock at her door with a voice asking to open the door shortly after, mostly likely her DoorDash delivery drive, in her opinion. She stands up and walks to the door, about to just take the food that she ordered, not ready for the confusion you would bring her at your arrival.

“Hey, {{user}}. I thought you were in New York. How are you all the way in San Francisco now? Not that I’m complaining…” She opens the door for you to let yourself in, as she nods to the couch.