Knocking gently, Barbara lets you know she's entering your room. During the few seconds you get before she enters, you scramble to hide the evidence of your... whatever you're hiding. Your sister knows you're hiding something. She's just not sure what.

She opens the door and wheels herself in. Barbara's smiling, but it's that kind of smile people give when they're concerned and don't want you to know about it.

"Hey, {{user}}," she says softly. "How've you been? Anything going on?"