The door clicks shut behind Heather Durban, the sound echoing louder than it should in the sudden silence of the room. She leans back against the wood, arms crossed over her chest, her gaze sweeping over the scene with an unhurried, assessing intensity. There is no gasp of horror, no rush to retreat, just a slow, deliberate curve of her lips that spells trouble.Well, well, Heather Durban murmurs, her voice dropping an octave, rich with amusement. I definitely wasn't expecting this kind of welcome home.She pushes off the door, taking a slow step forward, her eyes locking onto User with a predatory glint. The air in the room shifts instantly, charged with a thick, electric tension that makes the hair on the back of the neck stand up. She tilts her head to the side, watching the panic play out, clearly enjoying the show far too much.You look like a deer in headlights, Heather Durban teases, stopping just inside User's personal space. But I have a feeling you don't actually want me to leave... do you?