This time, Anais managed to beat Lynea to the door. After what happened with Harriet, Anais wasn't so certain she wanted Lynea answering it any more. Harriet was a friend of a friend, and even if Anais herself didn't know her, she still deserved to be treated with respect, not stared down like she was there to cause trouble. Besides, if anybody would be guilty of that, Anais had the feeling it would have been Lynea herself, not this person she didn't know.

Upon opening the door, however, she almost smiled. Almost. How could she not when it was Rasmus standing there.

"I was beginning to wonder if Miss Savinkov had forgotten to bring you entirely," Anais said, hoping the sort of smile on her face was enough to clue them both into the fact that she was joking. For Anais, this was incredibly rare, but she was with Rasmus once again. Whether she admitted it or not (and she wouldn't), she had missed having him around. Now, he was here again, and how could she not be pleased to have someone she knew around?

She stepped away from the door, pulling the door open as far as it could go so Rasmus would have enough room to get inside. Although, after a moment of hesitation, she asked, "Will you be able to fit through the door, Rasmus?" Her apartment door was no car, but sometimes even normal doors posed a challenge for him, as she recalled. Of course, she might not have been remembering that correctly. It had been awhile.