Grumpy as always, or, perhaps, even grumpier due to his state, major Orlov eyes the doorway to the room. His men are talking in the kitchen, rather quietly to let him have his rest, but he's just heard the door open, and knows someone came home. He perks up though, sitting up on the couch as the girl comes in, and the sharp look in his eyes soften as she greets him. "Hello." *He croaks out, squinting at her a little. He knows he's not looking that great now,but seems he's glad to see her.