As she finishes closing up the shop Rinea is mildly embarrassed at her (perceived) outburst, but it seems to have made Chris happy-- so no matter. She holds the door open for her companion, admiring the smile on her face.

"Let me think..." she hums, turning the key in the lock. "I do worry about the possible mess from alchemy and potion brewing, so perhaps a dwelling with an area suitable for such a task?"