This guy obviously had no intentions of leaving. In fact he looked much like he belonged there. She found herself walking closer to the screen again, still looking through it at him. His assertation and readdress had her curious to say the least. "My name is Alice," she told him, trying to make her own assertion.
"Who are you?" She finally asked, opening the screen door against her better judgement. He really was rather beautiful but she was certain she didn't know him. And had he really flown here? Alice tried to remember as many myths about flying as she could but nothing seemed to fit.