Dante turns towards the lady. She appeared to him as if she was a guard of the building.
"Uh, no I don't know."
He swipes the sweat away from his forehead. He was sweating of the fear. He feared if the lady would come to know that Dante is an assassin and came here with killing intentions.
"*Trying to keep cool*I think it must be a chair. But why would that person block the door?"
She nods, her red tussles bounce along with the simple movement,
"Hm, I have not seen you around.. I know every face and name here, however..."
Despite the situation, her lips become laced in a small gentle smile,
"Do not worry, maybe he wanted some alone time..." a profound frown becomes of her usual soft features," Or, he is an assassin.. Worst, a maniac..."
She had tooken Dante's anxious for a different purpose.
She lifted her leg before she forced it down onto the door making it violently shudder,
"Mind helping me, Sir..."