[@Triesa]

The girl stumbles a little and ducks behind the door as the voice calls out from the darkness.

“N-no! Of course not, I’m here for the help wanted sign, figured I would... um...” she finally gets a look at the mysterious voice’s owner: tall, rugged, cold. She knew the look in his eyes. She didn’t like it at all. 

“I thought this place was abandoned at first, are you the owner, mister?” Slowly she works up the courage to approach, though sticking to the light of what few lanterns remained lit in this place.