No sooner had Joe pushed the door open and taken a step forward than he nearly has a heart attack as a high-pitched, ear-splitting scream slams him between the eyes. He hears her before he sees her, but standing in the middle of a large bedroom is a beautiful, and completely freaked, blonde girl.<br/><br/>She's wearing nothing but a towel, which covers her from chest to thigh. Her hair is wet, her shoulders glistening, so there must have been a shower in her recent past. She's very attractive, with long, blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and the shape of her towel at her chest promises more beauty underneath. She looks to be around nineteen, give or take a year.<br/><br/>It's hard to process all of that, however, with her screaming and practically hopping in place in an utter panic. Joe gets the distinct impression that she's been standing there for at least a minute, staring at the door. She probably heard the noise, worked up her imagination, and then when the nightmare turned real she completely flipped.<br/><br/>Spotting the gun in his hand draws fresh screams, and the girl begins to back up quickly, clutching the top of her towel.<br/><br/>"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" she screams nearly incoherently.