In those few seconds between her call and his answer, Ellen idly checks over her appearances, touching the back of her neck where she's pinned her hair up only a few inches above to make sure the clip isn't close to falling out. On the other hand, the strap on her left sandal has managed to slip off her heel in the walk over, so she takes a pause to fix it, balancing her weight on one foot until she can manage to pull it back on without hopping too far.

It's as she's righting herself that she hears his voice from inside, and trying the door, she finds she can open it without much fuss - unlike her own, which tends to need an extra shove to budge open and which she's consistently forgetting to speak to someone about. She nudges the door behind her with a bump of the hip and steps a little further inside as he approaches to greet her, her mouth immediately lifting into a smile at the sight of him looking - calm. Casual, but nicely dressed. Handsome.

"Hi." She rests her empty hand against his forearm in greeting, shifting her grip on the bottle in her other. She's positive she'll get the tour in a moment; for now, her attention rests solely on him as she leans in to press her lips to his cheek. "I hope I'm not too early."