Someone's knocking at the door

You wake, stirred by noises. You blink your eyes a few times to expell the haze of sleep from your vision. You can see the faint trace of the morning sun fall through the window. It's very early still.

Your hear the sounds again that woke you up. A terse series of knocks on the door. They seem to be getting more impatient. 'knock' 'knock' 'knock'.

You hurredly lift yourself out of bed, throw on some clothes, and walk over to the door. You open it, finding a familiar face looking back at you in the hallway.

It's Evellyn, the knight you so thoroughly humiliated yesterday. You look her over. She's not wearing the armour from yesterday - you wonder if she ever even managed to retrieve it. Instead, she's currently wearing a civilian outfit, far more nondescript than you'd have assumed anyone of high status or noble rank to wear. She's wearing a dark vest, laced shut at the front, over a linen shirt colored in a muted light brown. There's a half-cloak draped over her shoulders, which reaches to slightly above her waist, and has a hood at the back. You also note she's wearing pants, and high boots. She doesn't deal in skirts and dresses, clearly. The whole outfit seems designed not to attract any attention from onlookers.

She looks at you with her jaws clenched, almost a pained expression.

"Can I come in." It's a question without the inflection at the end.

"Why?"

She grinds her teeth. "I... need your assistance."

"You need my help? With what."

"It's a job." She peers over her shoulder into the hallway. "First let me in please."