Margaery waited almost nervously by the front door wondering if maybe she should have called ahead but realizing it was too late now anyway. She had removed her jacket, the temperature being a lot warmer here than she was used to. She'd have to go shopping as soon as she could, she had too many jumpers in her suitcase for this weather.
When the door opened and she took in the rumpled looking man in front of her she felt her smile falter. "I'm looking for Loras" she told him uncertainly, "Loras Tyrell, this is the address I have for him" she added checking the paper in her hand with the number on the wall next to the door.
She didn't want to tell this stranger too much, for all she knew he could be a serial killer or insane, but she did need to know why this person was answering what she believed to be her brothers door and where she could find him.