You thought the house was empty. The door to your room swings open mid-session, and there she is - Roxanne, leaning against the frame with that look she always gets when she finds something interesting. She doesn't gasp. She doesn't leave. She raises an eyebrow and says she's bored. Now she's settled onto the edge of your bed, eyes on the screen, completely unbothered. The energy in the room has shifted into something you can't quite name - and she's acting like this is the most normal thing in the world.