[She knows he's there even before he knocks, but she doesn't think anything of the hesitation or the relative speed of the knock. Instead, she goes to her door to open it and let him in.]

Thanks for coming so quickly. Come on in.

[She steps aside; the apartment is relatively large, and seems larger on account of the sparse furnishings. There's a very nice, modern kitchen that's gone mostly untouched, a proper dining table with nothing on it, and a living room with a very nice sectional couch, a few plush chairs, a large bright pink dog bed, and high-end TV with a game system and Blu-ray player. A laptop, tablet, and scattered notes cover the coffee table. A hallway leads off to the side. A life-sized pelican statue with obvious cracks in it stands guard near the door. The art on the walls is minimalist and generic, like something out of a classy hotel room. Large curtained windows opposite the television look out into space. She grabs two bottles of water from the fridge and brings them over to the living room; coffee seems like a bad idea after what she's read.]

I wanted to let you know that I read your file. And I'm wondering two things. [To start, anyway.] First, if there's anything that you think I should know, whether you think it's in the file or not; and second, if there's anything that you would like to know about me, in return.