Icene was home, she'd been in court and so had been home earlier than usual, in fact, she'd been home long enough to change out of her suit into some very faded blue jeans and a lime green tee. It was a simple knock on the door, nothing fancy, and Icene did check the peephole before opening the door. She recognised the guy, how could she not, after all, he'd glared at her, while holding a witness she was trying to talk to. Admittedly, teenagers covered in blood and still in shock were not at their best, but.... She opened the door.