Bella looked up as the door opened, smiling at the girl. She didn't look dangerous at all; that, at least, was concerting. "Hey," she said, stepping up into the cabin, peering around the large pizza box to make sure she didn't trip. "I'm alright," she reassured the girl, hoping she wouldn't have to bring up her clumsiness. It wasn't exactly an endearing quality.

"I just got a plain pizza," she said, giving a small smile. "I hope that's alright." Ironicly enough, considering her boyfriend's diet, Bella wasn't much of a meat eater. She used to love Harry Clearwater's fish fry, and she always enjoyed the fish Charlie bought back on a Sunday after a day on the river bank, but processed animal carcass didn't really appeal to her.

She stood awkwardly in the doorway, waiting to be invited in properly. Back home she'd never really made friends easily, and even here, she hadn't met that many people. But Rachel had seemed enthusiastic to meet up, and she'd thought it would be good to get out and get her mind off the lack of Edward. She'd been spending a lot of time with Jake, like last time, but he was with Leah now, and she couldn't rely on him too much.

"Erm, where should I, you know, put it?" she asked, her eyes flicking between the doors to the kitchen and living room.