Fiona's grin spread wide on her face, and stood at the threshold. "I dunno, kid. Seems like a bad plan to go wandering into the homes of random dudes with pupils the size of dinner plates. My sister - she lives down the hall right there? Might throw a shit fit."
Even so, Fiona didn't walk away. Instead, she leaned on the doorjamb, peering inside his apartment. "What's your name?"