Daria watched the woman as she approached. She smiled. Very nice. She slipped out of the hoodie; she didn't quite remember why she'd had it on until she opened the door and tossed it back into the flat - the place was like an icebox at the moment. She had on a black t-shirt that she'd cut the sleeves off of and black jeans.
She grinned when Tonks got close to see her well. "That's me. Tonks, yes?" She let her eyes trail appreciatively up and down the woman. "You look nice."