Daphne was certainly not expecting anyone, let alone the man who was standing on her porch at that very moment. She hadn't been home from work long when she heard the knock at the door- she was still in her work attire, even- and as Astoria wasn't around, she moved to answer it.
Daphne's expressions quickly shifted from one to the other in the following moments: curiosity, confusion, horror. Her eyes were wide by the time she yanked him inside of her house. "What are you doing here?" she asked, aghast, before his appearance finally set in. "And... what... is on your face?" A small smile twitched at her lips briefly before disappearing. He looked like an Italian.