The brunette at the sink didn't startle so much as simply turn with an abrupt jerk at the sound of a knock on her door - she realized that she'd left it wide open, and quickly she hushed the running water in order to turn her full attention to the person at her entry way.
"Oh, yes, please, I, um, it's...fine," she managed to stammer out, grabbing a paper towel from a nearby dispenser and carefully wiped her hands dry before tossing it into a can under the sink - Juliet's apartment was immaculately clean, and yet felt entirely lived in. The entire space smelt of well used books, their presence made clear by the numerous shelves lining almost every available space. The furniture, of a similar nature as the bookshelves, were heavy pieces with personality: dark woods and cushions. Juliet would have loved leather, but what little she had had only been afforded to her because of her parents. The book collection was her own, pulled together over a life time of reading.
"I thought...th-thought you said that i-it wo-wouldn't esca-ppp-e?" Juliet did her best to quell the tremor in her voice - it wasn't so much that she had a fear of serpents, but rather that she was still a little shocked over the strange occurrence. At least it hadn't been as strange as the bowling alley.