Open
It's Saturday, and Nissa is keeping her regular office hours, nine to three. The front door of the church is propped open with a chunk of concrete of unknown origin (it's been fulfilling this function since long before Nissa was hired). Most of the windows are open too, including the abstract stained glass ones in the sanctuary, and the lace curtains in the Fellowship lounge, which Nissa's office opens onto, are billowing gently in the breeze.
Nissa's office door is open. She's sitting at her desk, reading through reviews of curriculums for adult Bible studies courses - she's getting close to needing another for her Tuesday night group - and doing a little revising of her sermon for Sunday. Nothing vital. The point of Saturday hours is to make herself available.