She's struck, suddenly, by how compelled she feels to show some sign of affection towards him, of gratitude - a hug, even, just to be able to express herself more than mere words. But the longer she looks at him, the more it feels like it'd be somewhat awkward timing, and Annie pushes aside the urge with a soft clearing of her throat.

"Good. Then I guess we can move everything over and start in on cleaning," she suggests, taking a few steps backward down the hall and averting her gaze to look at some of the things that might need cleaning or replacing right away.