Rey takes a moment, as though scanning Nick for any scratches or dents that would contradict his report.

Eventually, she nods in mock-approval. "There's even a connecting balcony."

You know. In case you lock her out for some reason or another. Or vice versa.

"I'll go grab the desk now. Is there anything you need upstairs?" Because hell if she's going to let Nick make the climb up to do it himself.