The music leads her towards the door standing ajar near the kitchen, and Rosie smiles a little. Maybe it was still rude, having come in so abruptly, but better to surprise him out on his deck than by barging into his bedroom or something equally awkward. She doesn't think anything more about it.

"Makes sense you wouldn't hear me out here," she says, starting to pull the door open slightly more. "I was saying, I--" The rest of her sentence dissolves into an abrupt, slightly squeaky gasp. She doesn't drop the bag of clothing, but it's a near thing. As quickly as she can--not quick enough not to have seen, well, more of Nick than she'd expected to--she throws her free hand over her eyes. "Sorry! Sorry, I...oh, goodness."