7-202: Bronze-Stepping’s Building, Outside Apt 406
The door opens a little bit and a tired-looking woman aged 16 to 18 wearing a dressing gown over pajamas peers out at them from behind a security chain.
She studies them a moment and turns her head, her voice cracking with stress, “Father, they’re Vizierate!”
A wheezing voice that Oliver can barely hear responds, “It doesn’t matter, Doreen, send ’em through.”
Doreen closes the door and Oliver hears a chain sliding, then she opens the door wide enough for them to enter.
“Come through…Oliver?”
Oliver will enter.
“Sorry about the lack of announcement, we mean no harm or distress upon your family. It was simply a precaution.”
Oliver will extend his hand for a shake to the lady or equivalent Dominion greeting, attempting to seem non-hostile, then look around for Alec.