[ She can feel it and recognize it the same way she notices her own feelings now. When you attempt to push it down it's still there, like a scribble erased while the impression from the pressure is still there. ]

...wait, you've been living there, too? I mean if you want that, it's no big deal. Guess my place is always safe. No one really comes in and out and I live alone.

[ Plus, it's coming together. Other than she isn't much of a decorator, still functionality above all else. ]