Emmeline did not particularly want to linger on the doorstep, either. If there was danger here, in all likelihood it was inside the house, and she would handle it if it came to that. As soon as she saw Hestia, though, she felt sure that this was her old friend.
Not that she would entirely trust her instinct, not anymore. She had gotten comfortable before, even in the beginning of the new war, she had trusted her own skills too much. She would not do that again.
"It's me," she said with a smile, even though there was a wary look in her eyes. Once the door was closed, she conjured her patronus -- a German Shepherd, which had once carried her messages to her fellow Order members, and was impossible to fake -- and then let it disappear. "Your turn, Hes."