[ Suspicion rises, a static sea, wrapping up around her throat at the question. Riley's first question meets silence as her eyes close. Hold your breath; don't speak. Run every single thought you can. Stop jumping at shadows, the girl is her own age, her anxiety is nearly visible in the air, let me make my own decisions when serving, don't you trust me?, she doesn't know anything, hiding behind a door when a stranger knocks is normal, this is NORMAL.

The tide recedes, settling back around her shoulders, and only when she's sure her voice is Hers do the eyes open once more. ]

I don't know any details, miss. One of your neighbors must have found you... [ Suspicious? No. No. ] Haah... Well, everyone's paranoid these days. Even so, I am obligated to answer all calls I am given.

[ I don't know. ]

May I take a look inside?