The woman didn't look particularly like a member of an occult. Her graying hair was kept short as Unknown imagined it was more manageable that way, and her shirt and jeans were what one expected of someone who just wanted to be comfortable as they go about their business. It was loose, but not too loose. Same with the jeans. On her feet, she wore some kind of sandals. All in all, like a normal citizen. Which was way Unknown didn't let down her guard. Occult members, she had learned long ago, came in all shapes and sizes. Just because they looked harmless, didn't mean they wouldn't try to stab you in the back later.<br/><br/>She had to hand it to Neo. He didn't go big and flashy like she thought he might had down for kicks. He went simple and something that could easily be believable. And really, probably wouldn't raise too many questions in the end. She still didn't say anything, merely nodding and giving a smile to the woman before them.<br/><br/>The eyes narrowed as Martha studied the two before. A scoff could be heard as she moved back. "Fine fine. Make it snappy. I don't have all day to answer questions like this." She waited till they were both inside before squeezing past them, shutting the door and moving off towards the living room. The house was spacious enough. If you didn't mind the plants scattered along the tables and windowsills. Some were young. Some were dead. Some were dried and artfully arranged in vases. It gave Unknown a feeling that they were in a greenhouse almost.<br/><br/>At least she could see as Martha sat down on the edge of a high back wicker chair and stared at them. "Would you like something to drink? I have water or I have sweet tea." It was probably more manners that had her asking that question Unknown figured than anything else.<br/><br/>Keeping up the ruse, Unknown took the phone book and cited off the number connected to Martha's entry. "Is this the correct number? And please, do not trouble yourself to get us anything to drink. We will not take up much of your time."