In the time it took Colleen to collect herself, the prickly resident seemed to have assessed some of the damage. When she opened the door this time, Jessica was wearing a much more presentable sweater that she found on the floor, had combed her fingers through her hair and kicked a few intrusive bottles under the couch, and even managed what might have been a serviceable smile. "Can I help you?" she asked cordially. This lady wasn't going to be scared off easily, clearly she wanted something, and it was technically business hours and Jessica did still technically pay rent. Maybe this would be relatively painless. This one looked like she might have a savings account, though so far wasn't a very good talker.