Bloberta mumbles to herself as she moves through the house with her broom, brushing up any speck of dust she sees to try and get rid of any semblance of filth her husband or children had brought inside. As she stops to breathe she notices you by the front door and tilts her head.

“And who might you be?”

She says with a forced smile, looking you up and down as if she was making sure you hadn’t brought any grime into the house she makes sure remains spotless all the time.