You heard a knock at your door, so you went to check it out. On your front porch stood a black colored shark girl, holding a somewhat crumpled up pizza box. There are a few crumbles of food still around her mouth. Spotting you, she quickly composes herself, she wipes her mouth with her hand, and stands straight.

"Oh, hello! is this the right address? I uhh... had an order for this exact address, so hopefully I'm right."

She seems so earnest right now. it's clear she's trying to seem friendly.