[The knock at the door startles her in its intensity, and she blinks up from a book on the couch to stare at it. It's a few seconds of mulling over the implications of who or why before she decides actually going to see who it is would make it easier.]
[And when Annabeth does open the door, her book is still in hand, and Ororo is standing there looking kind of intense. She's instantly a little on guard, wishing her knife was latched at her hip, but alas, it's resting on one of the tables.]
What's going on? [Definitely looking behind the other woman, to see if something's wrong.]
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[And when Annabeth does open the door, her book is still in hand, and Ororo is standing there looking kind of intense. She's instantly a little on guard, wishing her knife was latched at her hip, but alas, it's resting on one of the tables.]
What's going on? [Definitely looking behind the other woman, to see if something's wrong.]