She can feel Geralt bristle through their bond as she walks up, almost shocked that the stranger hadn't been punched or thrown on his ass given her bonded's usual disposition to strangers at his door. But, where Geralt might not be used to someone seeking him out, it's quite familiar for Yen. At least, it used to be. She hadn't exactly been handing out her address to strangers here, but in a city of this size? Anyone could be found eventually.

Truthfully, she'd only planned to come by to pick up a few things. Hardly expected to find the beginnings of a possible mess on her doorstep. Last thing they needed was bloodshed in the front doorstep of the new house.

"While this house is far from an impenetrable fortress, it would be wise to announce your intent to visit beforehand as moods can vary drastically." Stepping a bit closer, she stands off to the side of Geralt, still not addressing him. Her tone takes on a hint of diplomacy, finally glancing at the cookies before roaming back up to the stranger's face -- doing her own quick assessment of friend or foe. "I apologize for your reception, we don't often have visitors."

Finally, her hand falls on Geralt's arm, gently urging him back to give the other man a bit of space. "Perhaps you'd be willing to join me inside for a moment and we can try this again."

Should she? Probably not. Anyone Geralt didn't trust really shouldn't go further than the door, but he'd also been an ass and she wasn't sure if the residual hurt and anger from their argument was influencing this reaction or if it was genuine. And in this moment? She didn't want to take the time to care. Better to handle it herself in case the stranger truly was just in the wrong place at the wrong time today. Especially if what she'd overheard was the truth.

Either way, if there was going to be an issue or this was a trick, might as well come to a head behind closed doors. After all, they've had enough public displays for a lifetime.