Cobb has a strange sleeping cycle he's still trying to work around. Being the Marshal, even in a quiet town, included him being up early and asleep late. Being on the other planet didn't help regulate him either, so he has his insomnia moments too. He is coming out to get water (he's more aware of how parched he always is now that it's readily available) and he's startled to see her there. He never stopped being paranoid when it comes to walking into rooms, so he zeroes in on her fast.

Even in the heat of their place he's still dressed, although he's got sweatpants and a t-shirt that's so much simpler than what he's used to. He studies her and is curious, since she seems lost in her thoughts. Cobb moves extremely quietly, from those paranoid years of always being in danger, so he makes sure to clear his throat very distinctly before walking her way. "Fancy meetin' you here, darlin'." Cobb's always been a solitary person but it made sense to him to bring up her moving into the other bedroom there, having not loved being in group housing before this place got free.

His silver hair is tousled from sleep and he's wearing no socks, settling onto the couch close but not too close. He doesn't have his gloves; it isn't instinctive thinking to him yet. He glances toward the necklace she's fixed on. "That's a nice necklace. Something to remember the Sarano by?"