Her eyes dropped down to the buzzing device laying close to the test sticks on the coffee table, a few touches had the screen illuminated with texts, she didn't need to respond - living on the ground floor meant she had less than a minute.
Shoving the machine that kept her busy away, Mari climbed off the couch, cross the room to pull the front door open and stepping out onto the covered porch to watch.
Out of habit she raised both hands to prove no weapon was in tow, that it was all safe for Dorian to actually step into her territory. After so many visits from the cops here there and everywhere in between she felt it was a necessary gesture.