Daimon hadn't even heard the knock on the door when he pulled it open, busy getting the red scarf around his neck on his way out before stopping just short of colliding into her. The strange Samaritan. He caught himself and frowned, thrown by her presence at first, she was probably the last person he expected to be standing at his doorstep. But now that she was there, it wasn't exactly unwelcome. "Wanda," still holding the door knob behind him, Daimon tilted his head at her, his mouth turned up in a small questioning smile. "Hey."