Joanna's recently returned to her temporary home in Far Haven, and settled down in its living room with some tea and her phone to return some calls. Her voicemail, after all, has filled through the day. Everyone who knew her personal number wanted to wish her well and ask after things. And some things, she just couldn't talk about in public.

"--ke with me, and accepted everyone's letters," she's saying to the phone as she stares out the window. It's large and industrial, this housing some factory renovated into apartments, but it's a good view as she idly stirs her tea with her spare hand. "The ones that I... picked up...?"

Her ears quirk at a sound, unexpected in the empty apartment, and she turns to see... Matilda. In her temporary kitchen. Without any warning or sound of the door opening.

"Um...?"