The doorbell

Just after she steps back down into the living room, Vanessa flinches hearing the droorbell rining.
Who could it be?
Another couple of vigorous rings, followed by a knock press her out of her resasoning.

She takes a step towards the hallway, but she suddenly hesitates when she sees herself wearing only her skimpy bikini and filp flops reflected in a mirror.
In the meantime the rining has stopped and somenone seems to be fiddling with the lock of the front door.
Scared, Vanessa takes another few steps in the hallway, stopping in front of the door.

"W-who goes there?" Asks the girl gathering all her courage.