Zipporah was never sure these days who'd be on the other side of the door when she'd opened it. An expectant father, a woman of the street who needed looking after, a haunted Russian airship captain, Peter looking for healing or loving (or both), anything was possible.
So when she opened the door and saw Chiara on the other side, she was surprised, but not overly so.
"Lady di Palermo," she said, her eyes looking down at the large bundle the vampire carried easily in her arms. "Come in, please, you are welcome here." She gestured with her hand, nodding in greeting.
It was only the second time Chiara had been to her home -- the first had been on the occasion of their first meeting, and due to recent events, Zipporah figured the visit was not made lightly -- people didn't go out of their way to come to Whitechapel these days.
Once in with the door safely closed, she bobbed her head to Chiara once more. "May I take your coat, Lady? How may I help you this afternoon?"