"A pleasure to meet you, I'm sure, Mr. Hunter," Flora says. She glances at her wristwatch and grimaces. It's growing late, and she still has to walk back to the Farm. "I fear I must test your Landlords' good humor and try the door. I very much appreciate your help."

Flora looks at the door, and, trying not to sound too eager, "May I come back, do you think?"

ooc: Flora's mun hates to have to run, but she's facing the Day from Hell at work tomorrow and needs to hit the sack. She's had a lot of fun chatting though