Someone's just as pissy as Veronica remembers him being, and maybe she should be grateful for that. Cougar had seemed like practically a different person, all of his cool confidence stripped away along with his memory. Still, this guy's wearing her coat, a thank you wouldn't kill him.

"Oh no, it's no trouble at all, you're very welcome," Veronica chirpily replies, and rolls her eyes as she motions him to follow.

There's a fire burning on the hearth in the front room of the inn, coziness beckoning along with the scent of whatever Kate has simmering in the kitchen, but Veronica troops past and up the stairs, all the way to the bathroom, which she motions to with a sweep of her arm.

"There should be a change of clothes in there," she says, pointing to his pack. "I'll be downstairs."