Knock on the front door

It seems the right thing to do - especially when you need to carry a message to the reverend. The first person to answer is his wife, Sharon, a matronly woman with fading blonde hair carefully kept in a bob, and a full figure. Today she is dressed plainer than you have ever seen her - in jeans, even. You don't think you've ever seen her in anything other than skirts and dresses. And sensible shoes and a long-sleeved shirt! They must be preparing to bug out - that bodes well for you. "Hello Mrs. Fields!" you say, smiling, although it must be clear you are on a schedule by your actions. "Tucker! Are you here to see Rosie? Or are you here to talk to my husband about the electronics failure?"

A perceptive woman.