The door burst open before Colleen could pull her hand away, which seemed to shock the woman on the other side as much as whoever she had sprung herself on. Jessica was only expecting one visitor today, and it wasn't one who would courteously knock. She had been laying in wait on the couch, listening intently to the familiar noises of coming and going in the hall, hyperfocused on the impending anomaly-- or so the theory went. Two hours ago, she had sidled off to sleep with an empty bottle on her chest and one leg hanging off of the couch, drooling into the seat cushion. Her vigil had started early, okay? The newspaper hit her door at 4AM with a reliable thud that continued down the hall as the deliveries were made. She had to watch her bait.
It was the anomalous sound of the elevator opening at this time of day and the unfamiliar gait headed straight for her door that did wake Jessica up so, technically, her method was sound. As the footsteps approached, she squinted at the too bright screen of her phone to check the time (battery was dying, what else was new? Oh, a few messages), only to hiss "shit" and throw herself at the door to check if the newspaper had been stolen, almost punching straight through the very artfully taped cardboard that was a reasonable stand-in for her broken glass window. There wasn't supposed to be a person there waiting for her. "Who are you?" she demanded, maintaining eye contact long enough thoroughly convey her suspicion before scanning the hall then spotting the paper still sitting innocently on the ground. No thief. She snatched it up, assuming it was well passed his regular hunting period, then just remembered to pause before slamming the door in the woman's face.