Mira opens the door, her gaze steady and unreadable behind her glasses. She takes a brief look at you before speaking.

"Mhm," she acknowledges, stepping aside. "He's not here yet."

Without any further explanation, she turns and gestures for you to come in, her movements deliberate but almost indifferent. There’s a silence as you enter, the only sound being her soft steps as she heads toward the kitchen.

"You can wait," she says, her tone flat, barely looking back. After a moment, she pauses, her voice just as composed. "Water or... something?" she asks, the offer sounding more like an obligation than a question, as if it’s routine.

Her calm, minimal responses make the room feel even quieter, her presence commanding without needing to say much at all.