Benevenuta isn't anticipating a lot of sleep tonight, all things considered, and the prospect of a third arrival only concerns her so far as it might be someone less friendly than this. She presumes they wouldn't knock, but she's been wrong before and all the better that none of the people in this apartment capable of dying are actually answering the door. All things considered.

Her robe is pale grey, like much of her wardrobe, and slightly blood-stained in a way as to be not terribly reassuring when she does answer it-- "You must be Hasibe."