Dick gave a smile when he opened the door, and Alfred was still not used to not opening the door due to Dick always beating him to it, and when he saw her fumbling to get everything together, he helped her take the black coffee, and invited her in. "Thanks for the coffee, and you aren't. its mostly interviewers and business meetings I'm being invited to at the moment. I'm sure the party invitations will come later tonight." Dick said, with a small smile, not planning on going anywhere social tonight. He had to make up some patrol time as Nightwing. Like tracking down Penguin and see what he's after, and also finding out anything else about Two-Face--

His thoughts were cut off by a loud bang, and looking over to see Abbie red faced. He immediately went to her side, checking her hip, then the table. Luckily she was strong, and so was the table. He didn't need her to feel bad about damaging something here, and he really didn't want her injured after being one of his first guests here. He could see the tabloid headings now. She looked down at the old poster that he just recently found, and when asked if it was him, he gave a small nod. "The flying Graysons." He said. [url=http://www.empireonline.com/images/features/christmas-gift-guide-2012/art/dc-collectable-prints-flying-graysons.jpg]The poster[/url] was blue, with large letters [i]"The Flying Graysons in: 'Flight of Death!'"[/i], and showed the silhouettes of Dick's mother, father, and himself. It was sponsored and paid for by Wayne Enterprises. As he looked at himself he wondered if that was one of the reasons why Bruce took him in. He felt responsible. He rolled it up, and set it on he table again, just when Alfred made his presence. 

"Hello Master Grayson, who is your guest?" He asked politely, giving a smile towards Abbie. "Alfred, this is Miss Abigail Dent. Abbie, this is Alfred Pennysworth. He's been the butler for Wayne Manor since Bruce was a kid." Dick said with a smile. "How do you do, Miss Dent. I raised this young man before you, and let me tell you, he can be quite a handful, so watch out." He said again in a polite tone, but a hint of playfulness as he walked towards a door. "May I get you all something to drink?" he called out.

"No thanks, Alfred. She got Tim and I some coffee, and I'm going to show her around before I get back to work."

"Very good sir, if you need anything, let me know." And he disappeared. Dick then turned his attention back to Abbie, and smiled. "Please, make yourself feel at home. Everything's a bit messy right now, but it makes it feel more lived in I guess." He said, running a hand through his hair. He wasn't the most presentable. His hair was a bit wet from splashing his face earlier, his forehead was a bit sweaty, and his white t-shirt was covered in dirt and dust from this morning's chores. Not a man who looks like he owns more than a billion dollars, right?