Carolina had never been very well versed in patience. Sitting still and waiting for her was like asking a duck not to swim, simply against her nature much to her mother's despair when she was younger. Proper ladies were serene, pieces of the backdrop to be admired and not truly noticed none of which suited her. As it was she fidgeted while she waited on the other side of the dark hunter's door, twisting a piece of her blonde waves around her finger. Her sensitive ears picked up movement within, just enough to confirm that someone was indeed home though there was a possibility that it might not be Alistair himself. Did he have a roommate? The thought was almost enough to send her hurrying back down the hallway to the safety of her own home, but the idea of her neighbor catching her on the run was enough to keep her feet planted.

Why she was so anxious she honestly wasn't sure. The feline honestly hadn't made any friends in her time within the city that weren't somehow connected to the Ark or, well, Sebastian. Alistair was the first person she had met in such a natural way and she couldn't ignore that she had felt some kind of connection with him on the precipice of that storm that was different enough. It had caused him to stray into her thoughts on occasion and of course every time she passed the picture now framed on her wall. It seemed like something that was worth exploring further... whatever it was.

Noise on the other side of the door drew her attention and stilled her anxious movements for a moment, and though she recognized the dark-haired artist the moment he opened the door surprise touched her features if only for a moment. For all intents and purposes, he was the same and yet he seemed larger somehow. His frame nearly took up the doorway, the muscles showing up and down his arm as he held open the door and eyed her with obvious bewilderment. His tousle of dark hair was still damp from an obviously recent shower and she could smell the fresh scent of his soap, it made her nose twitch as she realized he had asked her a question. The leopard started slightly, jolting herself back into the moment as she shot him a sheepish grin.

"Sorry I..." She shifted slightly, having had a much smoother story planned for why she was on her doormat and yet found she had utterly forgotten it now as she eyed the artist, "I was bored." The words coming out rather flat, and a blush tinting her cheeks at the sheer ridiculousness of what she had said though it was the truth. Surely he had better things to do than entertain her, and yet Carolina was finding she was rather terrible at small talk. Most men she met in the heat of the dance floor where pounding music made conversation nearly impossible; she was much more comfortable letting her body do the talking, but that wasn't terribly conducive to making friends. Alistair had never indicated that he was interested in anything further, though he had had that opportunity before.

One hand slipped into the blonde tangled of her hair she gave him a sheepish half smile, unable to stop her eyes from trailing down his shirt for a moment and the muscles the fabric hinted at underneath for a split second. "I feel like I'm going crazy in my apartment and wondered if maybe you wanted to grab some coffee... or something?" At this point the Were entirely expected for him to write her off as a touch crazy and return to his plans, whatever they may be they had to be better than the ramblings of his neighbor.