The old prune of a woman smiled pleasantly at her, but remained on the doorstep with her small, gloved hands folded neatly over the head of her cane.  She was frail and bony, with nary a chin below her thin and rosy lips.  She tilted her head back, and even a little to the side, as if studying the younger woman from under her lacey brimmed sunhat.  Her bright cyan eyes stood out in the thin shade, and her gaze seemed to linger on Cassandra for almost too long.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF">"They're watching you, now,"</span>came her sweet, if raspy, voice.<span style="color: #8080FF">"Like the ones before you."</span><br/><br/>A soft purr came from below her skirt, where a small white kitten stumbled over the elderly woman's flat ribboned shoes.  The old lady peered down at the kitten, a soft, motherly giggle emerging from her throat.  She raised her head again to beam at Cassandra.<span style="color: #8080FF">"They watched the ones before, and the ones before that.  They always watch, and now, they watch you!"</span>She giggled again, as if she'd just told Cassandra she'd won first place in the community cook-off.<br/><br/>It was at that moment Blake returned, focused on his hand again while he jogged down the stairs.  He was wrapping another bandage around his own fingers now, having cut himself on some loose razors in one of the boxes.  He peered at the woman in the door frame, then at Cassandra, his questioning look somewhere between 'Who is this woman?' and 'Don't you let that cat inside.'  He approached the door frame, braving the presence of the creature underfoot.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I'm very sorry ma'am, it's very nice to meet you, but I don't think my wife and I are quite ready for visitors.  We only started moving in today,"</span>he said.  While he might have been with Cassandra on allowing her to come inside and properly meet, the reek of cats on this woman was far too much, and he'd already had his fair share of allergies for the day.  The woman only pressed on with her innocent smile.<span style="color: #FF8000">"If you would like to visit another time, after we've settled down, we would love to meet you over some lunch.  Just please... don't bring any cats-!"</span>He turned around and sneezed into his sleeve.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF">"They come to Mama Gina, they do.  Talk to her."</span><br/><br/>Blake gave Cassandra a concerned look from the foyer.