It's a mostly sparse apartment, and where there are things, they're laid out deliberately and squarely, the whole set up for which means Leah can move around freely. Her contracted cane swings from her belt as she walks, in a much easier and less hesitant way than he would have seen her at the farm.

It's thrown off by Sam standing right there, but she touches his arm gently as she moves past him, leading the way into the living room.

"I'm doing great. Even better when people bring me books. You're too good."

There's a bookshelf in this room, with a stereo on top of it, and a sofa and armchair either side of a coffee table. It's to the sofa Leah gestures now.

"You want a drink?"