The door to her apartment shuts with a click.

Gunhild turns, a smile on her face. "Glad you made it, but surely you could've sent me a Selcom message first?" she says, but doesn't really sound that mad about it. Ushering the other into the room, she heads off to the kitchen. "Get comfy, I'll go grab some stuff. The cats might come bother you."

Though her apartment is fairly simply decorated, there's some tells about the place that show who she is - some small handmade plushies, a metal album here and there. It's modest, but a comfortable place for certain.