Rey opened the door like she'd bounded up to it, all a big smile and fluffy hair and good humour. "Hannah, come in, I'm so glad you came. How are you feeling? Do you want to sit down and have a snack or something to drink before we try? I can explain to you what I'm going to try to do, if you like."
It was more enthusiasm than Hannah might have expected from the sort of person who usually lived in houses like this, but someone had taught Rey the good manners without dimming her personality.
As always, Rey was wearing her hoodie and leggings, though at home she'd dispensed with the stompy boots and was barefoot. Though her feet were well maintained, she didn't have the perfectly-coloured pedicure or entirely soft feet that were meant to walk on the tile and thick carpet of the house. She was comfortable enough to be at home here, but Hannah could see that the house was not meant for her.