Bela heard the knock and padded over to look through the peephole. She smiled as she saw Soren idly waiting, pulling the huge door aside. "Soren, hello. How are you?" She genuinely liked the blond; though technically he knew her twenty years from now, they got along famously here. "Come in. If you're looking for Robbie, he's not in at the moment, though I'm not sure where he's gone off to."