Moira was cozily ensconced in her new Manhattan flat, enjoying the quiet and composing an email to Rahne, her adopted daughter. Her whole life was quieter now, with Rahne away from home and the mess with Kevin... ended. There was no longer any reason for her to stay locked up in her laboratory.
A knock interrupted her. Odd. She wasn't expecting any visitors. Getting up, she moved into the living room and switched on the light, heading to the front door and checking through the peephole. No one, and with the security on this building, she should have gotten a call from the front desk--though most of her acquaintances were capable of finding a way around security.
Another knock, definitely not from the door. She turned around, and now she saw the shadow outside the window. Even with the light from the living room, he was outside, and all she could distinctly see was the size of him. Six arms and carrying an additional person made Spiderman look nightmarish, in shadow. Moira's heart fluttered for a moment, but then her sense took over and she strolled to the window. The knocking had been polite, after all. A six-armed creature of evil intent would most likely have just smashed their way in.
Unlocking and sliding open the window next to the one he was leaning against, Moira peeked out with a polite smile. Up close, the visitors appeared to be Spider-Man (or some six-armed mutation thereof), and a young blonde woman. "Please come in," she invited, stepping away from the window to let them in. "I don't believe we're acquainted?" she said, handling her unexpected guests with aplomb.