[ Her lips pursed, and her chin rose, eyes suddenly looking far older... even as she did not quite force herself to stop showing her hands, both empty. No cookies. ]

Wizard Dresden.

[ Clearly not here for his day job. Besides, who ever even tried to say that Harry Dresden was sane? Either way, it was a formal address, and she waited for him to respond. She wasn't asking him to let her in, at this point, so that falling into bed thing might not be that distant. Possibly. ]