There is the sound of several latches and locks being undone, and finally the door opens a crack revealing half a face. "Who are you? What do you want? We aren't talking to any more reporters..." The man trails off at the end of his declaration, noticing three men in suits on his doorstep.
"Aw crap, you with SAW or something? What'd Hattie do now?" A female voice can be heard calling to the man at the door from a few rooms over, it sounds like it must be Mrs. Puerst.
"Alan! Who's at the door? Are you going to let them in? It's so cold out!" Footsteps approach the door, and it quickly closes. There is the muffled sound of voices hissing back and forth at each other, and finally one more chain latch is undone, and the door opens. The man is gone, and a nice looking middle-aged woman is standing in the doorway, wearing an apron. Her hair is graying in a number of places, but she doesn't appear to be that old. Perhaps stress is aging her before her time.
"Please forgive my husband, there's just been a lot of attention come our way lately. Come in, come in. I just finished a batch of cookies, would you like some tea? Let me take your coats..." As Voshkod and co. step through, they see Mr. Puerst again, leaning against the doorframe between the entryway and another room.
"I'm Alan Puerst, this is my wife Susan. What can we do for you?" His tone is still guarded, but at least it's a little more receptive now.
[OoC]Since we're inside now, if you like we can move this to a private thread. Just make one and I'll follow.[/OoC]
