It's like she's existing in slow-motion. Everything feels distant, including her own reactions, but she moves aside so that he can follow her in. The apartment space is in a state of organized chaos, with half-dissasembled projects she's been working on taking up most of the available spaces to sit.

"I've been helping some people find parts... have you met the Doctor? He has a time machine. Had. A time machine. And space. I'll introduce you."

She's babbling and she knows it, but she hadn't intended on inviting him in here anytime soon. Or anyone, really. She likes her space how it is, and that usually means free of other people.

"I'll just get changed. Give me a minute?"

She might as well not faceplant onto the nearest surface in the same clothes she's worn all day, though the temptation is there. Maybe if she changes out of these clothes she'll feel less like climbing out of her own skin. Or maybe the instant she's behind a closed door she'll find a soft object to scream into. It's honestly anybody's guess at this point.