[Medusa settles down on the couch, picking up her glass of wine once again. One leg crosses over the other as she glances up around them.]

Well, it's not quite the home I'd like, but it's a roof and solid walls.

[Medusa makes a short, sweeping gesture with her free hand and an empty glass appears on the table beside the open wine bottle.]

Care to join me for a drink? If wine's not to your liking I've got good scotch as well.

[That was usually her drink of choice, but there was something she enjoyed about fine wine and clothing - it made her feel incredibly lavish.]

[She then gestures to the seat on the couch beside her, offering it to him.]