[Perona had, at the very least, gotten to the kitchen by this point, though she was still in her pajamas and slippers. She had been poring through the cupboards and her fridge for something to throw together for brunch when she lifts her head up. Who the hell could that be at the door? As far as she knew, she never disclosed her location to anyone...she tried her best to keep that kind of thing very hush-hush.
So, it's with hesitation that she heads to the door and opens it, unsure just what - or who - to expect.]
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So, it's with hesitation that she heads to the door and opens it, unsure just what - or who - to expect.]