Great. Cue Maureen hefting the straps of her rucksack a little higher on her shoulder as she moves closer to the doorway and potentially up onto the very step of the threshold on the assumption that he might just, y'know, cede ground and let her inside the house to rifle through his kitchen drawers.

"I'm not planning to murder anyone with it if that's what you're worried about."

Ha ha ha. We have fun here.