Seeing the young woman stop at the doorway, Natasha smiled a little. The girl knew something was off though it seemed she wasn't sure what. She watched though as L.L. fully entered the apartment, locking the door behind her and went to set her bags on the counter in the kitchen.
At the question and order, Natasha slowly and gracefully rose from the couch and made her way over to the kitchen table, her arms wrapped around her midsection as if helping to hold the shawl on her shoulders.
"You should tell James he needs to slightly change his alarm systems. Anyone who's worked with him over the years might know how to slip through them."
Natasha smiled softly and tugged a chair out at the kitchen table and sat down. "I'm just here to thank you for what you've done for my son Ms. Houston. If I wanted to harm you, you'd know it by now."