Nancy's home, as luck would have it, tucked in on her couch with a blanket, bottle of wine and netflix. Juliet, her kitten, was off somewhere doing something cat-like, and she certainly wasn't expecting company. But when the noise came, she rose to her feet. None of her wards had gone off, so the visitor didn't mean her any harm... Or found a way past them.

Standing on her tip-toes, she looks through the peep-hole, frowning.

"Who is it?" she called through the door. Better safe than sorry.