Give her a few months with the electronics she keeps bothering people for, and she'll have a speakerphone at the door. She'd like face or voice pattern recognition, but that's a pipedream.

Right now, though, the door's being swung open enthusiastically, and she's grinning as she stands back.

"Hey. Come on in. Just don't touch anything. You've no idea how much is messes with me if things get moved."

There's a pair of sunglasses on the table in the hallway, but she hasn't bothered with it for him. He can deal with the scars.