Her room isn't a far distance from the stairs - however, she suspects that one's room is never difficult to find, regardless of what number graces the outside of the door.

She bypasses the living room entirely once they get inside, making a beeline straight for her bedroom - and then her closet in turn, waiting for him to stop alongside her as she stands in front of the closed doors, drawing in a breath.

"There's something I've been working on for a while now - back home, too. But I made copies and brought them here, in case - "

In case my apartment got blown-up again, is what she fails to say, and instead she pulls open the doors, revealing the replica of the murder board in her own apartment, crime scene photos and construction paper covered in Beckett's handwriting taped to the inside.