Okay. That was good enough for her. Most axe murderers didn't bring Cheetos to the party anyway. They tended to bring axes. Cheetos weren't nearly as sharp as an axe, so she felt he was most likely telling the truth. Now, what to do. He couldn't see her like this, and she couldn't leave him in the hallway forever. Fudgesicles.
"Well...you totally said that ages ago." That was true. Hadn't she only asked for an hour? Maybe hours were different where he came from.
"Um....you can come in...in about a minute. I'm going to unlock the door so you can come in, but promise me you won't come in before the minute is up, okay?"