She followed him inside cautiously, almost worried. Somebody that happily welcomed a stranger with a brown cardboard box into their apartment was a little soft in the head, especially with all this "anonymous" insanity flying around the building. Maybe he was just a very cheerful serial killer. Though she stepped inside, she left the door half-open, lingering halfway between it and the couch.
Her chest swelled with pride as he tested the skin glue, a bright smile overtaking her face despite herself. It had taken her hours to get it right - for the longest time, it was just a tube with cotton sludge - and it was good to see it had turned out right. "Yeah?" she asked somewhat eagerly, rocking forward on her toes. "That's good." At his 'what the doctor ordered' comment, she groaned. "And you're a doctor, so you ordered it. Ha ha," she replied dryly, though her lips still carried the hint of a smile.
At his question, her arm tightened against her stomach, hand locking around her opposite arm. She was tense, but remembered what Luther had told her. Don't be defensive if you have nothing to hide, or they'll suspect that you have something. She gulped. "Oh, you know," she replied breezy. "Magic. Funny words, all that." For some reason, she wasn't comfortable with letting the world know how her magic worked. It was stupid paranoia, but she clung to it.
After a moment's awkward silence - his comment about his tale was probably a joke, though she didn't find it all that funny - she took a slight step forward. "Oh, I'm Joanie, by the way."