She can be enamored by the names of the cleaning products, some in very deliberate Engrish while she works. His apartment is small enough that she can find pretty much everything easily enough.

He jumps when he sees it's Verity, a flush of embarrassment cropping up on his face.

"Gomen, er. Sorry. Verity." He scrubs at his face beneath his lenses, trying to hide behind his hand a moment. He'd known it wasn't Tatsuya wandering around. The boy wasn't known for cooking. Jun however had always been handy around the apartment, cleaning and cooking where he could to help out. Still, to be that confused after all this time...He sighs and sits up straight. "Yeah, sorry again." He shrugs. "Guess I was confused for a moment there."