He knocks quietly, scrubbing away water from his neck because his hair's still damp. He's got a good bottle of whiskey in one hand, and two glasses, just in case she feels like a nightcap.

He also has no expectation of anything, not least because he's not sure he wants anything. But she's got something to say, and he has to tell her a bit about what just happened so here he is, knocking on her door.