Ring the bell, of course

There's not much else to do really, so you pick up the small, copper-colored bell, and ring it a few times until the hatch is suddenly yanked open sideways.

"Hey, what's up?" The sweet looking redhead asks you from the other side, in a voice that's somehow curious and horribly bored at the same time. Her face and her entire posture seems to give the same, double messages, and despite her slack attitude you notice that her eyes are much more awake and alert than the rest of her.

The first time you talked to her like this, you actually believed she was almost as tall as yourself, but the moment she steps down from the stool she uses to reach the hatch it's obvious that she's several inches below the average height of a fully grown woman. She's obviously not a child however, considering the deep cleavage revealed by her top, and she doesn't look like she's actually stunted in growth either.

Patricia, as she's called, just happens to be a bit on the short side of things, but has all the right measures where it actually matters.

"Did you want some breakfast, or what?" She asks after only a moment of silence, and gives you a brief, knowing smile, before pretending like she doesn't have a clue what you were actually looking at. "Or do you need some time to check out the menu...?"