It wasn't a huge surprise to hear this guy had apparently ninety deadbolts on his door. Guys with any experience in "self defense" usually needed that many deadbolts, even the ones in the circus. Ileana flashed John a sweet smile, looking up at him as he opened the door. He looked kind of how she had expected him to. She took his extended hand for a quick handshake. "Yeah, I'm Ileana. Nice to meet you, John."
She stuffed her hands back in her hoodie as she stepped inside, surveying the clutter of the living room. Turning back to face him, Ileana pulled her hand out of her pocket as she talked, "Well I was attacked a few weeks ago." She gestured vaguely at the scar tissue on her neck, "I'd like to know how to defend myself or at least know how to get away if somebody's got a hold of me."