He smiled slightly at the hostile voice that greeted him, "Wrong faith for a Jehovah's witness as well, but I'm still going to have to ask if I can come in. Will promise not to talk to you about Jehovah though, I'm much more interested in the project you are working on.
He took a deep breath and the prevailing smell inside the room was plaster. The lack of blood dropped the concern he had initially felt. Now he was simply curious. "Do you need help? Sounds like hard work."