Probably why she didn't let you in, if I had to guess. [ It's flatly delivered with a twist of a smile to accompany the words, though he adds a quick glance at his sidearm and back to the hooded figure to make the intent of the statement clear.

Not law enforcement, no--at least, not in a traditional sense--but something that's quite liable to be dangerous for thieves nonetheless.

A friend of the owner.

Arms crossed loosely over his chest, he leans his hip against the wall, brow tilted up. ]

What's your name? I'll let her know you stopped by. She'll be so disappointed she couldn't put on tea for your arrival.