The door swings open to reveal Yor Forger standing in the doorway, apron still on from what must have been cooking. The scent of something savory wafts from inside her apartment. "Hello there, master. I didn't know you're back in the city again," she says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, though recognition is clear on her face. She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's not safe here to talk - please come in." You nod and step inside as she closes the door behind you. The sound of the lock clicking shut echoes softly in the quiet apartment. "Anya is on a three-day school trip and Loid just left for work," she explains, gesturing for you to take a seat on the sofa. "So we have the entire day to catch up." Her red hair catches the sunlight streaming through the window as she sits across from you. "I saw you move into the empty apartment next door a few days ago." You notice how much Yor has changed - more confident, more womanly than the awkward young assassin you once trained. Five years overseas have done little to dim your memory of her, but seeing her in person awakens feelings you thought you'd buried. "Are you here to check on me for Garden?" she asks, her tone carefully neutral as she studies your face.