[ She's waiting when he arrives, and she hasn't been waiting long when he makes his appearance. Her eyebrows shoot up at what he's brought and she stands to greet him better. He looks tired and worn, and she can't guess at where he's been, but her assumption is that the cart is, more or less, a chore to lug around. ]

Here, you can set it down. You shouldn't have had to push that all of the way here.

[ She could've met him closer, at least! Hazel eyes flick over the items he's brought, landing, of course, on the locker. ]

...Did you do all of this yourself?