Did she have the wrong house? This definitely wasn't Whisper, but when she looked again at the door and its style she knew that it was the place. That, and there was the way that the woman looked at her, caught the glimpse of her neck and the band-aid covering the two healing marks caused by said vampire. The question almost made her furrow her brows, even if she was a little slow at picking out the accent that accompanied it. After Whisper's words the day before, she didn't want to offend anybody else by moving from a cold touch or noticing that somebody was different based on accent.
"Hi, I'm a... an associate of Whisper's." Who doesn't even really know her association with the fashion designer. They weren't friends, they weren't really associates, and it didn't sound right to say 'Whisper's girl she found in a store and brought back to munch on'. "I came back here with her last night and I think I may have left something here. Would you.. would mind if I looked for it? I'd totally understand if you said no."