Nobody she knows offhand I presume. She'll wrap the robe up tight around her, all the better to not flash strange children with. Then double check that the 'greeting stick', a large antique candle stick made of wrought iron and wrapped in cloth around the base for a dyi handle in it's place on the nearby drawer. She opens the door and looks at the stranger " yes?"
There's a peculiar young boy on your doorstep. No mien, so a mortal, in all liklihood. He looks up, "Can I use your phone?" (( Perception roll, darling. ))
Fuck that! "Go peep on someone your own age!" Evelyn yells out, slamming the door in his face. Fucking kids these days. Where would she even keep a cellphone in this outfit?
Evelyn keeps a careful eye on him through the peephole, a hand ready to grab the 'greeting stick' if she needs it. No way no how is she letting some juvenile darkling wannabe into her house without a good reason. "Go bother someone else kid!" she yells through the door." They live in an apartment complex, he wouldn't even be at her door if he didn't live around here.
(( rolled 5 , one success)) Angry Irish erupts from behind the door. "a fháil ar an ifreann as anseo buachaill!"
She looks at him through the peephole, but does nothing else. If Cage were here she'd suggest a more... direct approach. By herself Evelyn isn't going to risk this creepy peeping-tom fetch-looking weirdo.
