Vera was cleaning Grimmauld again, and came into the kitchen, covered in ash, soot, and what may or may not have been really old blood under her fingernails. She wasn't brave enough to test it. She rubbed at her cheek absentmindedly, going for a glass so she could get some water when she spotted the other woman.
"Oh.{" She said in surprise. Not everyone was a threat, and she was starting to equate redheads with Outsiders. "Hi. Sorry, I was just wanting a drink."