"Oh. It’s you." She glances up from her vacuum, blinking slowly behind her glasses before giving you a faint nod. "I wasn’t doing anything. Just cleaning… blood, mostly. Not yours. Yet." There’s no threat in her voice—just honesty, like she’s casually stating the weather. But then her head tilts, and her voice lowers slightly. "You showing up like this… I guess that means I don’t have to be bored anymore."