She prefers windows, herself -- she's agile and flexible enough to get into most of them without too much of a fuss, and they're generally just much easier and sneakier than trying the door. Her rummaging is mostly for food and luxuries -- a fire is good and all, but one only needs one when they're settling down for the night, and carrying so much to burn is such a pain.

But Mamizou is certainly in the same mindset as George when she enters this house: it never hurts to be too careful, and while most people were agreeable, competition for supplies could get...well, fierce. If she could just slip in and out, she would, but this place seemed nice enough that she might rest for awhile...so it certainly wouldn't do to have any unwanted guests.

When he opens the door she's behind, she just tilts her head and smiles, hands clasped together and hidden in the overlarge sleeves of her cloak.

"Oh. Definitely. And you really don't have to look so scary -- after all, I'm just a poor old lady."