She just kind of nodded, and made sure that she had everything before she began to walk out of the alley, trying to get her bearings. Laurel needed to figure out where she was, looking around before she decided on a direction and began walking. It was only another ten blocks to her own apartment, but the quality of the buildings around them would change not in age, but in quality. They were not the city-sponsored buildings that housed tens of apartments and tenement buildings, but more of the antique buildings that had escaped the ravages of city planning.
The building she eventually took them to was one in a number of old row houses, looking shabby but not too run down. She stopped in front of one with white siding and black shutters, and unlocked the door. In the foyer, there was a set of steps going up and then a hallway going back into the old house that had been cut up into apartments. Laurel checked her little mail box in the foyer, and then went upstairs, going to the door on the right, marked as 2B, and began unlocking the bottom lock and the dead bolt above it.
Turning, she glanced at Darien, then looked him over once again for weapons before opening her door, "...Come on in."
Laurel stepped inside and sighed at the comfort that her apartment brought. It was small, just a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen and a miniscule living room, but the living room had two windows that faced the street and she had flower boxes outside that would have flowers in them come spring. The kitchen had a small aga stove, and a single sink, but there was a dish tub waiting to be used, and a full sized refrigerator waiting for her. There was a used but clean couch in the living room with a scuffed, old coffee table in front of it, a small television, and several bookshelves stuffed full of books of every genre, from child psychology text books to romance novels with tawdry covers.
Nothing seemed to be out of place, so she put her bag on a hook near the door, her keys tossed inside. She hung her badge on another hook and next to that went her coat. Leaning down, she unzipped her boots and stepped out of them, walking them back to her bedroom. Her bedroom was nothing spectacular either, and a little girly, despite how she looked. A floral bedspread in gray and blue and black, a window with curtains over it, a small gray cat snoozing on the end of the bed. Laurel came to the door of her bedroom, looking out.
"You can have a seat or something," she said, before closing the door.
She took a moment to pet the purring cat, and changed her clothing, a pair of comfortable pajama pants and ridiculously fluffy rabbit slippers to replace her skirt and tights, and she came back out, the cat following her. The small animal went over to Darien and began sniffing him over, and Laurel went into the kitchen.
"...Are you hungry or anything?"