Katharine stood and found she probably should have eaten something. At least she'd attended the feast the merpeople offered, so she ate the day before. Sadly the food didn't involve poison, but she'd attended a few feasts where no one offered poisoned food.
She opened the door and, while not exactly looking friendly or open, her face held curiosity and nothing which could be construed as threatening or hostility.
"Hello. Kaz I presume? Would you like to come inside or chat outside?" She noticed the leather gloves and it set her at ease, as one who wore them often while handling poisons.