Reira gives a small, somewhat fragile smile when the door opens.

She is wearing the fur coat. That one. The one he gave her, and she seems to wear it quite well in her own way. Definitely better than any rich socialite, probably.

"Hi Mister Harry," she starts, still smiling sadly. "Is it okay to come in? I think we both need friends right now."

Straight to the point, for now.