She's getting used to being on her own again. This place is quieter than Hadriel was, and the room she has is smaller, feeling all the emptier for it. Julie is awake and doodling something on a piece of scrap paper when the knock falls on the door, and she answers it with no small measure of suspicion (she feels she has the right to be suspicious, somewhere like this).

But it's just Klaus. It's just Klaus, and he doesn't look... great.

"Hey," Julie says, frowning in slight concern and immediately reaching out to grasp his wrist. "You look like shit. What's wrong?"