[Lena is just stepping out of her room to get a glass of water when the door opens. The sigh is distinctly masculine, and ever since Derek left there's absolutely no reason for there to be masculine sighs happening in this apartment. She darks back into her room to grab her sword before striding back into the lounge. The weapon isn't exactly directed at the guy, but she's not handling it casually either] Who are you?
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