[ Unfortunately that knock is lost on her. She doesn't know the song, John. All the same, the door swings open almost immediately, though Aradia's not behind it.

The door is glowing red, and so is the girl currently sitting crosslegged on the bed she never uses except as a glorified chair, braiding her hair back. ]

Good morning, John! Think the supermarket is going to be back up and running again? We were sort of doing poorly on the food front, last week.

[ And preferably not human, she supposes.

...Given what he's here to talk about, that cheerful greeting isn't very mood-appropriate, but Aradia figures they can get down to business when the door is shut and eavesdropping can't be a thing.

Except by the dead, but. ]