Avery Weston. Still with the inside voice like they were gonna wake anyone up. Whoever wasn't sleeping the sleep of the drunk was probably too far away to hear whatever happened in the kitchen. This bitch was palatial. A mannerly greeting and then... nothing. "Shit, you're a chatty motherfucker, aren't you?" she commented, again rhetorically. She couldn't help herself. "Hannah Mori," she said, though she didn't return the sentiment. She wasn't yet sure she was glad to meet anyone yet.
She busied herself with snacks for a minute or two, apparently entirely content to sit there in silence and darkness and eat cookies. Not that the darkness bit mattered, considering she couldn't see it. One upside of blindness: she saved on her electricity bill, what with not having to turn on any lights after dark and all. She took the positive where she could get it, more or less.