When the door opened rather unceremoniously, Vivian started and looked up, watching the man grab an apple and begin to eat. She had a vague idea who he was; she'd seen him around before. She'd never spoken to him or been formally introduced, though. When he greeted her, she cleared her throat, trying to make herself sound less ill. To no avail, however.
"Hello," She replied softly, wringing out her cloth. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as she continued cleaning, scrubbing down the heavy wood. Eventually, she spoke again. "James, isn't it?"