( Maurice, predictably, detects Max before Sarissa hears the quiet knock. She lumbers to the door, a sugar glider perched on her shoulder, looking pale and a bit shit. At least not recently dead, though, so that's a plus. Her hand rests gently on Maurice's collar as she opens the door, pulling it open fully at the sight of Max. )
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Hey.
( Oh, shit. ) Come in. The kettle's on.