Rosa met that smile with narrowed, suspicious eyes. She knew what day it was; it was kind of hard to forget with the flowers sitting over on her table (and put into nice vases, too; she was a bad ass, not an anarchist). This had the potential to be pretty annoying...but also the potential to not be, it was pretty unchartered territory, really, and her weapons were all pretty accessable, so...

She shrugged, stepping aside. "I might be free. Come on in."

If he could get past the oh-so-fierce and scary guard dog now rushing up because it was impossible for a new person to be around and for her not to insist on getting proper hellos and pets and shoe-licks in.

And while that was being done, she had to ask, "You didn't get me an axe, did you?"