Charles was given the night off, so Sonya answered the door herself. Just as well, really, even now she'd never really gotten used to having a butler.
Sonya mentally smirked as she studied the girl in front of her, her soldier and queen veneer not allowing facial emotions. This girl wasn't a common mortal, she could sense that, not common but there was no real trace of 'magic' on her.
"Carrie" She only called her so because she gave no surname.