Except she's not sad. Not really. Being around Dorian... she finds herself happy. He's kind, respectful, funny. And she doesn't have to hide who she is. Ever.

Martha peeks in the door first to make sure she didn't leave anything out. Finding the flat clean, she throws the door wide for Dorian to enter as well. She indicates a chair as she makes her way over to the kettle.

"Do you have a preference?" she calls out from the sink. "Earl Grey, Mint, Oolong, White..." she has a pretty impressive tea collection.