[ Kasumi can identify with the idea of home being a sacred place, probably more than anyone else around here. It's why she can count on one hand the number of people who know where she lives: Shepard. Peter. And Charlie, before he left. Even Jaime, one of the most harmless people to ever exist in any dimension (or so Kasumi thinks) wouldn't be let into her fortress of solitude even when all he wanted was to bring her takeout. She takes her privacy seriously, possibly too seriously -- not just because she has a lot to hide, but because she needs that kind of space where she can be completely alone with her thoughts, where she can take off the mask that she wears around most people. For anyone else to be let into that place... it would have to mean Kasumi would trust them with her life. And hearing Ken be so unhappy about his own home, where he should be able to rest and be at peace, and even if he would never outright say it, makes her consider offering her own space for him.

... But maybe after she's tidied the place up a bit and maybe found somewhere to store some of that stolen artwork she has lying around. ]

Hey. Why don't you and I take Koro-chan out for a walk, huh? We can get ice cream [ fro-yo, for her ] like we used to, before... Or maybe hot chocolate? It's getting a little chilly out.