[Vastra looks to the door from her place at the low table in her pseudo drawing-room (the biggest room that isn't the kitchen or bedroom, it would have to do...) where she's set out her arsenal of smaller Japanese-style knives. Fortunately she had finished changing from her training clothes into something moresuitable to receive visitors in.]
[She opens the door a few inches, then wider when she realizes this must be Max.] Good evening. Mr. Woodville, I presume?
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[She opens the door a few inches, then wider when she realizes this must be Max.] Good evening. Mr. Woodville, I presume?