It isn't far, but it's slow going. Or it should be. The time it takes to get from the alleyway to her door seems to blur, but she doesn't really think about that; she's more focused on fishing her keys out of her pocket and getting the door open.

As she pushes open the door to let the Quarkbeast precede them inside, she says, "Avoid the bookshelf. My flatmate's a little shy. And just… little. In general."