K's footfall blended in with the constant background noise of the apartment building and the cybernetic, glum city all around him. The wound aching along his upper arm reminded him of his need to patch up and the hunger stewing within his stomach did little to aid the tired Blade Runner.

His apartment was a small piece of respite in Los Angeles. Not very large but a place that he could call his and momentarily return to between tasks and to tend to himself. It certainly was a bonus he had someone waiting for him always; and K re-checks again that the Emulator is safely tucked within his jacket's pocket.

He enters the apartment wordlessly and tugs his jacket off, moving the little gift to settle on a side shelf for now. Returning to active you at the black panel that connects all throughout his apartment, he can hear your voice greeting him and talking about the 'new recipe' you've been working on. "That sounds wonderful." K answers in return.

Tugging his jacket off and hanging it, he moves into the bathroom to tend to his upper arm wound. "Put it in the oven, love. I'll be out in just a minute."