
Aria nodded at Krish and let the matter drop, more or less solved for the time being. And he was doing just what they'd agreed upon too, letting her do the talking while he handed over care packages.
When a somewhat frazzled looking woman cracked open the door after yelling for whomever else was there to be quiet Aria put a nice customer service smile on and greeted her.
"Good day ma'am, we're going around checking to make sure everyone has what they need during this storm," she started and then took a step back so the care packages Krish was hefting could be seen.
"It sounds like you've got your hands full, maybe a few supplies will ease your nerves a little?"
The woman laughed dryly, "about time. Snow's too deep to go out to the store and i'm stuck here by myself with my three kids. I swear cabin fever'll be the end of me if this keeps up." But she did reach forward for Krish to hand over the supplies.
Meanwhile two kids popped out from around her to practically bounce out onto the porch, looking disheveled like they had been running around the house all morning. A boy, maybe around 6ish looked up shyly at Aria and her glowing halo while his sister, looking about 10 or so had her arms crossed and looking up at Krish.
While the staring contest began next to her, Aria knelt down to greet the younger child.
"Hello there, i'm Cadet Vaughan," she started softly. Trying not to scare him off at all.
"I think I have something for you if you promise to be good for your mom. But only if you give me a pinky promise, ok?."
The child seemed to be taking a while but then nodded. "His name is Charlie," the mother interjected helpfully. At the nod Aria gave another smile and pulled a sheet of stickers out of her pocket.
"Alright Mr. Charlie, you can have any one of these dinosaur stickers if you pinky promise you'll be good," Aria explained in a very friendly tone as he offered her pinky.
Charlie looked over the sheet extensively before eventually putting out his pinky for the promise and pointing to, of course, the T-Rex sticker. With a quick
"good choice," Aria placed the sticker in the boys hand and ushered him back into the open doorway. It was far too cold for the children to be outside without winter coats and boots.
After that Aria looked back over to check on how Liron was doing.
"Ms. Anderson, how are you faring over there?" she asked, noting that the woman was peering under the porch.