Well, that just about answers her question. He's a smart little thing from what Mijoo can tell. With that confirmation, she yawns, stretching one arm above her head. It truly had been a long night.

She shrugs off her outerwear and hangs it on a hook on her apartment door, plucking the scarf up off the floor and draping it across another hook. Humming to herself, she disappears into her bathroom to wash her face off and change into her pajamas - the shower can wait for now. Running a comb through her hair as she reenters, face fresh if a bit sleepy-eyed.

"I'll figure things out with you later today," she promises as she pulls the covers up and slides in, tugging her eye mask down her face and settling into sleep, leaving ample room for the cat to settle in next to her as well.