It turns out he doesn't need interrupting. His subconscious is keenly tuned to her presence and while he's not exactly sure when he noticed her arrival, by the time she walks over he's already tucked the book away.

"Hey, pretty lady," he says lightly, pulling his headphones down as he stands up. He glances at all she's carrying.

"You want to go get your stuff sorted? I can grab lunch." He pulls the key to their room out of his jeans' pocket.