Invite both in

"Sure, come on in."

As you're stepping past the older one barrels her way in. You guess years of having doors slammed in her face (and it does look like many doors have hit her in the face) have taught her to take every 'yes' she can get and not to quibble over details.

Sister Holly glides in behind her, her eyes on the floor and blush still lighting up her face. They enter into your living room where the older woman grabs a chair and takes a seat, staring at you intently. Your TV still shows the security footage of front door.

"I'm impressed, you knew who we were and yet you answered the door," says the older one. You still don't like the look she's giving you, it's very shrewd and appraising. "Take a seat."

She points to the couch. Yes, she just told you to take a seat in your own house. Another look at Sister Holly's blushing countenance is enough to convince you to bite back your desired response. You sit. Sister Holly doesn't, she stands next to the other woman meekly.

"Right..."