Alma laughs at Daniel's wave, lifting a hand to give him one in return. Jack sits up a little from where he's claimed one of the chairs on the deck. "Hey," he offers with a grin, and Merritt sticks his head out of his own room.

"Agent Dray," he offers, raising an imaginary glass to her before ducking back in, presumably to finish unpacking.

"Hi," she tells the rest of the group - and then offers Dylan a brighter smile. "Oh, you're already here."

She wasn't sure when he would be, since he still had work, too.