(The fuck are tannins? No clue.) "Not like this, it won't," they promise, and open the door, stepping in and doing the customary sweep to make sure nothing's changed, then pulling their lantern down to set on the kitchen counter and letting Bodhi come in behind them. The lantern illuminates the immediate area, at least, though the stairs up are lost in shadow.

The place doesn't look anything like somewhere the Soldier would pick to live. It's full of knick-nacks and plants and weird little bits of art on the walls. Everything is slightly over-stuffed. They even look a little awkward, all layered up and with the metal arm, in the midst of such alien decor. "You can sit. If you want."