Numbers certainly isn't expecting any visitors. Well--perhaps not entirely the truth. Ever since finding Wrench in this God forsaken place, he's been hoping and waiting for Wrench to tell him it's go time, that there was some sort of plan in place to escape from this stupid suburban hell. So when the doorbell rings and Numbers peers out the peephole, he's surprised to see someone new. Was this another assassin, like the salesman, sent to kill him? His pistol is currently holstered at his side, hidden beneath a sports jacket. If things escalate, he at least knows now to aim for the head.

Helly can hear the shuffling of someone behind the door as Numbers debates whether to answer. Then, after a solid two minutes of silence, he opens the door, a blank expression on his face.

"A new neighbor, huh? Seems as though there's a lot of people moving into town nowadays." he says, smoothly. He glances down at the cookies, then back up at the stranger. "Why don't you come in? Maybe we could do a cookie swap. Gossip about the recent changes in the neighborhood."

After a beat, a pleasant grin stretches across his face that doesn't quite reach his eyes.