To Mitch's relief, the door opened, revealing a welcoming woman greeting him in Spanish, a normal-looking girl peeking out of a doorway, and a young-looking harpy darting around. He smiled at the girl in the background, nodding in greeting, and then directed his attention to the woman at the door. There was quite a height difference, and he felt the urge to stoop.
"Hello," he greeted the older woman, flattening his napkin/note in his hand, "Just released? Um, yeah-no? Sort of. Yesterday. I wanted to have some fun last night before looking for someplace to stay..." He grinned and rubbed his head, looking down. It had been quite a night, the remnants of which he was still feeling, pounding slightly behind his eyes. However, remembering his manners, he held out his napkin and asked, "So, is this, um..." He had to flatten his napkin again to read the name, not that he hadn't read it a thousand times on the bus ride here. "...Oasis? A Myth-friendly halfway house, right?" 
As if he had to ask, with the obvious Myth in the background. He wasn't sure about the green-haired girl, but something about her looks was a little too surreal to be human.

It took him a second of silence to remember how rude he was being, standing on someone's porch without telling them who he was. Hastily stuffing his note into his pocket, he held out his hand to the Spanish woman, smiling and saying, "I'm Mitch, by the way. Mitchell Garmen."