[ Yup. Stables. He'll let her have her moment, grinning a bit himself. ]

Don't hurt yourself. And you might wanna hang on.

[ She's half right about the skylight. It's a little more difficult carrying a human than a coyote, but he grabs the grappling hook and shoots it off. It's a short quick flight half way up, from there he swings the both of them through the window of the loft about the stalls. It's. Kind of a room. If a room didn't really have walls and was mostly willed with bales of hay and a cot in one corner. ]

Be it ever so humble, huh? I think my old apartment in Crime Alley was nicer than this.

[ He moves to the cot and kneels to set her down on it. ]