Vanessa basically threw her impatient gaze at the door as soon as she heard footsteps coming closer, still tipping with her fingers on anything they got into touch with, striving through the kitchen like a lioness circling around her prey, with the difference that she hadn't any prey. Yet.
Please be hot, Vanessa told herself internally, though at this point, this wasn't even that important anymore, she would take anything with a dick today. Maybe not anything, maybe only if she really didn't find something fitting for her tastes, but really, she definitely wanted to-
The person entering obviously didn't fulfill this single requirement. Vanessa released a really annoyed sigh because at the sight of a woman, it was clear that she had to wait even longer for Dylan to show up, which meant that she still couldn't do anything to please her desperate need to do something creative and productive, which at this point was way more urgent than her ridiculously high sexual desire running through her veins. She hadn't seen this woman before, and this girlie probably was here to eat something for herself, and following another urge, Vanessa was about to ask her if she needed anything despite actually not being that interested in a conversation right now, as the girl spoke first, managing to shift Vanessa's annoyed look to a surprised one.
Arching a brow and still not able to stand still, Vanessa tilted her head slightly while trying to keep her twitching hands occupied by "tidying up" the kitchen, which, in Vanessa's case, meant taking random things and putting them at random places, trying to wrap her foggy head around what had just been said to her. She wasn't able today to come up with daring theories like someone had been reading her messages to Dylan and was about to screw with her, thus her only conclusion was that Dylan was a girl.
"You are a girl??", was the first thing that exited Vanessa's mouth, her tone being surprised, but not suspicious, before she immediately started to reply to the questions that had been asked, as if asking the question alone would already answer it.
"I don't have allergies and I want to make food, I don't care what food, I need to make it now!" Her tone was less demanding than almost begging, and she sighed impatiently as she placed a kettle into one of the cabinets.