Round 4

Julia backs away from Jeane's intensity, her eyes wide with confusion and growing unease. "I... I don't understand," she stammers, "What could you possibly want to discuss that requires coming inside my apartment?" Her gaze darts nervously between the three women on her doorstep—three strange faces before breakfast time is never a good sign in the city. Especially when one looks like she's ready to corner someone for a sales pitch. Halie steps forward then, her blue-grey eyes soft with concern that somehow manages to feel more genuine than Jeane's calculated intensity. "Julia," she says softly, "What we need to discuss... it's not something for the street. May we come inside? Just for a moment?"