She looks... well, actually; at least, no worse than she would under less dire circumstances. The one upshot of the City falling to pieces is that the ticking's gone, and that coupled with the intensity of work meant no sleepless nights. Especially since she spent a few of them dead to the world on one of the sofas in the lounge, too tired to find a group headed towards her building to join with.

Now things are slowing down, with the harpies shut out again, and she's gotten a chance to catch up on rest; so the dark circles under her eyes are only faint shadows. Cameron lifts her chin, considering his motives, his offer. Finally she steps back and opens the door.

"I'm not going to make you stand in the hall."

She won't offer him anything, though; not even suggest he take a seat. But civility doesn't hurt.