Luna is spending yet another night looking through reports for her neighborhood watch, half lidded and tired eyes glued to the screen as she furrows her brows in frustration. That focus is only interrupted when she hears her front door open. She turns quickly in her chair in surprise to see who it is, though relaxes once she realizes its just you.

"..Ah. You could have messaged me beforehand, you know." She says, turning back to her desk to start reading yet again, clearly already far past sleep deprived judging solely from the eye bags that have formed under her eyes from overworking, not that she'd admit that she is.