There is a small list of people Bobbi can open the door to at this time of night without much surprise — they do it frequently enough not to warrant a reaction more extreme than a raised eyebrow and a step aside. Betty Ross isn’t on any of the lists she might make for the people she expects to find her at home at all. For a small moment after she answers the door, in which parted lips and raised eyebrows register her clear shock, Bobbi wonders how she found the address.
— but Betty had come just here once before, a friendly visit between coworkers sharing paperwork. In the many years since they’d left Gladiator behind, she’d never moved house, and here both of them are. It’s not an unwelcome appearance, really, but it puts Bobbi on edge all the same. Without a reason forthcoming in her mind, she’s sure it’s not as simple as being ‘in the neighbourhood’. Friendliness has never been difficult for her, though, and her lips pull into a smile. “Betty! It’s been a while.”
Betty has the grace to look chagrined; it's late, she's dropping by without warning to a friend (co-worker) she hasn't spoken to in months -- years. Years. And yet, Bobbi greets her with a smile, like it's only been a few months since they worked together. She regrets letting this one fall through the cracks, but she can't think about that now. She smiles back at the blonde.
"Far too long. You're looking well! I hope it's not a bad time?"
She's adopted the expression from her ex, she knows that, the little tilt of her head and raise of her brows along with her winning smile. It's a tad more sardonic from the better known physicist, but Betty plays it wholesome and it works just fine in making her look like Snow White. She didn't want to spoil the reunion with the bad news, not yet anyways -- there was plenty of time in the very near future for that.
