Kalinda offered what help she could, and smiled when Michael took her into the air once more. It was still an amazing experience, and the sun rising made it more so. "Normal air travel is ruined now" She said to herself with amusement, but soon, she sobered as they reached her place. 

She opened the door with her key, moving inside and to her room Her room was typically for her. There were some books spread around her bed, and her floor, a guitar in the corner, some clothes strewn across the floor. She typically tidied her room at night, but hadn't been back since she'd been kidnapped, and thus hadn't cleaned it up. She grabbed a duffel, going to her closet and grabbing some of her weapons and gear, before throwing on a couple of changes of clothes, and going to her bathroom, grabbing her toiletry kit, putting what she needed in it, and adding it to the duffel, before grabbing a photo album and throwing that in there too. 

She would have liked to grab her guitar too, but figured it was too large to move with quickly. She took a moment to put on a shoulder harness for a gun, sliding the gun into it, and placing some knives around her body, before slinging the duffel over one shoulder. She sighed, and went to find her mother, but she wasn't there, and Kalinda guessed that despite it all, Natasha had gone to see how Mr Rogers was. So she went back to Michael, "Okay, ready"