"Adrenaline?" he suggests. "Also that you have to fight with gravity a lot more than when running." He finds the appropriate key and unlocks the door, leading the way inside.

It's a studio apartment, recently refurbished, and decently spacious by Manhattan standards. Airy, if a bit chilly at the moment, and bright, with tall windows. It's currently not decorated at all, and rather empty, but there is at least a bed, and a few random things left behind. Some paintings set against the wall here, a few rolled up carpets there... But generally pretty sparse.

He heads straight for the kitchenette, which gratefully does have an electric kettle, so he sets about heating water, before looking through the cupboards. Again there seems to be a random collection of stuff left, tinned or dry goods, mostly. Stuff that would last but not worth taking with her. There is tea -- only bags, unfortunately, but it's a box full of assorted tastes, so at least there's a range.