Kazuya squinted suspiciously at the door, already on Red Alert from the feminine voice. He swore, if it was her again...

He swallowed his mouthful of apple, and picked up the mask, slipping it on. Hopefully he could pretend not to be him if it was someone he wanted to avoid - it was a longshot, but he could try at least. He strode over to the door, and opened it up a crack, squinting through the slits of his mask.

"...can I help you?"