Delphine paused when she heard the knocking at the door and glanced at the front door where she quickly confirmed no one was there. A rotten feeling sunk in her gut as she slowly got up and went to get the little .44 from her coat pocket since it was the closest weapon to her, then peaked out into the well room to see who was there. Tucking the gun down the back of her pants so it would remain hidden, she carefully approached the door and opened it a little ways.<br/><br/>"Can I help you?" She asked, inspecting the man before her. Del had heard the tune he'd been humming and really hadn't even wanted to answer the door at all after instantly recognizing it, but she knew she couldn't just go and hide. He would've seen her hurry to the bedroom, and the living room really didn't have any good spots to tuck into and disappear.