[Ilsa really needs to work on her knocks, apparently. It's easy to forget that she doesn't need to be the terrifying drill sergeant, here of all places.

So, when the girl opens the door with an anxious expression, she recognizes it instantly. Others have given her that look before, and while it did get slightly tiresome, if not a bit lonely, back home, she can't exactly blame anyone here for being nervous about a stranger knocking on their door.

It's easy for her to put on her best smile, and it's genuine, as she brings the girl's attention to the small pot of flowers in her hand.]

I didn't want to intrude on your garden, but the littens are insisting that we plant these. As your new neighbour, I thought it would be better to bring them to you instead.