Hana actually had to stifle the urge to laugh at the yelling she could hear coming from inside. Well, if nothing else, at least Jason still seemed like himself based on that reaction, such a typical Jason-ism.

When the door opened, though, that amusement quickly faded from her expression, concern instead taking its place.

"Surprise," she said, although it lacked any of the fanfare that should accompany that kind of a greeting. Her eyes narrowed at him; she noticed his state of (un)dress, certainly, but it wasn't anything she would dwell on now, especially not when his lip was split open the way it was, face bruised in spots.

"Jeez, what hit you? A truck?"

She was going to go ahead and try to step past him to invite herself into the house, holding up the bag with red velvet cupcakes in them at him as she did so.