Yes, time for a test

With slightly shaking hands he closed the door to his apartment, holding the stupidray in one hand, hearing a well known voice from downstairs.

"Oh good to see you Mister Power. Would you be so kind to help me with my purchases."

"Of course i will." He answered in a neutral tone. The voice belonged to his landlady, Misses Downhill. He didn't know how old she really was but he thought she might be in her 80s or 90s. Since her husband died she lived in the small apartment on the ground floor. She always had this authority in her voice that made it clear that there was no "no" to her requests.