She knows his surname? Now that's intriguing. He usually guards that very carefully from strangers, which means she must either A) live with him, or B) something....else? No, she looks much too young and doesn't really strike him as his type. But like her, that look of realization in her eyes, he sort of comes to as well and remembers—

"Right- er," he starts, passing the threshold of the front entrance and looking around curiously. "Was it always this spotless in here? For some reason, I had a feeling I'd be stepping into a much more...lived-in home."

The metal case grabs his attention for sure, but he doesn't ask about it just yet.