[ His apartment is just upstairs but he doesn't eat there because he has no idea how to cook, so he can't exactly offer any food. He does, however, always eat out, and it's about that time for lunch.

He stares at her for a few good moments, studying the possible outcomes of whatever decision he makes in his head. ]

I haven't, and I don't intend to go out again now that my clothes are wet.

[ With that, he turns and starts walking towards the stairs, not even giving her a signal to follow. He isn't the type to be inadequate, though, so he stops once one foot is on a step. ]

I'll need to change. Come follow and I'll give you a towel to use.