She felt on edge as he closed the door and she watched to see if he locked it. When he didn't, Lisbeth relaxed just slightly. Immediately she looked around the room for potential weapons in case he did try to hurt her after all. Beer bottles. Those keys hanging up. Knives in the kitchen? Pen on a side table. Lamp. Lisbeth took in a slow breath and looked back up to the man and found she was being stared at.

Her brows furrowed slightly and while she tried to remain expressionless, some wariness came to her face which might be mistaken for annoyance. "You don't drink?" she ended up asking, while walking side-ways towards the kitchen she spotted. Once at the counter she set the case of beer down before pulling the new pack of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket and setting those on the counter too. She took the jacket off, tossing it on a nearby chair, and somehow making herself look even tinier than before with just a simple black t-shirt on over a black tank top. "You mind if I smoke in here?"