Neal hears the knock at his door and sets his book aside. It was a quiet night in for Neal -- not that some people would ever believe that Neal liked peace and quiet, but he does, and it's nights like this that help him remember that.

Still, he welcomes the interruption. He can only roll his eyes so often at this author's clumsy attempts to talk about modern art. "Just a minute," he calls out as he rolls out of bed and pads towards the front of the hut. He tugs down the front of his t-shirt as he swings the door open, revealing Kate on the other side.

"Hey," he says, smile softening as he takes her in. She's an interesting contrast to his casual, might-as-well-be-sleeping state, but he thinks he likes it. "Come on in," he says, stepping aside to let her through the door.