Damn straight. The party don't start 'til I walk in anyway, so anyone there before me is effectively early anyway. Doesn't matter if the invitation said the start time was 5, buddy, ain't nothing going on there 'til the exact moment Mr. Strider arrives.

[He settles her back down, initial hug-catch accomplished, but he keeps an arm slung around her shoulders. They're not really a hugely huggy family where Rose and Dirk are concerned, but Roxy seems like a big hugger so it's not weird if Dave accommodates that, right?]

So. Space, huh? Actual space, not the black void of nothing we were all stuck with.