[As they come closer, Mockingbird sighs.]

I would like my address to be unreadable to certain Norse gods of mischief and lies in my companionship.

[She's onto you, bucko--and lo and behold, all address features are gone. Heh.]

Let's hope not. I don't know what condition they would have been brought in.

[And with that ominous statement, she pushes open the door.]