When he speaks, she recognises the voice. The voice of the man who'd interrupted her investigation a few weeks ago near Times Square. She hadn't expected to see him so soon, and not drenched on her doorstep in the middle of the night, but she can recognise a lost soul, and with words like that, well, that's exactly what she's here for.

Looking him over, she considers him head to toe before she nods her head, pushing the door open fully so he could step inside.

"Come on in," she offers, waiting til he was inside before she closed the door behind him, hearing it lock. "I knew it'd only be a matter of time before I saw you again, Doctor." She remarks, leaning against the side of the door as she watches him drip pitifully on her floor.