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The door opens to reveal a George.
Sleep-deprived, hungry, covered in something that may or may not be blood, but most certainly a George.
She doesn't notice that she hasn't walked into her home, doesn't even notice tha there might be other people around. All she sees is a free couch and the possibility of never moving again, something that she is more than a little excited about.
Flooping face first on the first free couch she comes across, she grumbled about a number of things, but the most prominet becomes 'those fucking Magic Bullet things'.