That's no answer, but, for better or for worse, she unlocks the door, opening it and gesturing for him to come inside. She's not at all surprised he knows where she lives.

"The hunt," she says by way of greeting. "Why?" It's so strange that he's here, and she nods towards the couch so that he knows he can sit. Juliet, her small grey kitten, looks up at him boredly from her perch on a sun-drenched pillow.

"Fagin said it was gingers what should watch out."