River arrived as a knock on the door. She found it unlocked, turning the knob clockwise with a subtle click, stepping inside, standing dumbly in the foyer and glaring at her shoes. It was customary to take them off, yes? Ianto wouldn't be pleased if she dragged in the slushy remnants of schizophrenic Canadian weather.
The shoes were left by the door. River hoped they wouldn't be too lonely.
She padded barefoot and quiet into the living room, at first thrown completely off-kilter by the number of people there. (onetwothree!) It made her pause, deer in the headlights with wide eyes and hands clasped tightly together in front of her. It could also have to do with the nervousness that rolled off of Ianto in waves. River coughed and cleared her throat nervously, the only sign of her arrival. Though already, she calculated how long it would take her to put her shoes back on and run for the door.