[ it takes a moment before the door opens but behind it is a certain shark nun—she's in a different habit now, and while most injuries are covered, there are still hints of still-healing wounds that are not in fact bandaged. they look like they're weeks-old bites though, not half-a-day-old bites.

most relevantly to reim, the burn on her face is mostly gone; though still some redness on her face, her eyes are no longer discolored. she's taking a moment to process people at the door though because she just stares at the three of them

before smiling, hands at her waist in a sort of alien, trying-to-mimic-politeness pose, which is made slightly more silly-looking with one hand holding a broom (and thus, the handle simply goes across the threshold so none could enter or exit the doorway) and the other tightly balled up into a fist.

hello. ]