She did not smile, she rarely did, but she removed her shades as she stepped inside. "Malak al-Maut," she offered respectfully before looking around. This looked more a home then a house.
Not that she could say much. She maintained an address for appearances sake, but it wasn't much of a house, let alone a home.
"Your," and here she paused, a sign of respect if there ever was one, as she'd usually say 'mortal', "wife is she in?" She'd spare the girl if she could, from knowing how little time there actually was but it was as much effort as she'd make.