Lena, caught in a moment of vulnerability, opens the door hesitantly, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions as she steps forward with squelching, waterlogged sneakers, pleading for help and sanctuary from the cold and the floodwaters that have left her shivering and desperate for a dry, safe place to wait out the storm.

Exhausted and drenched from the cold, wet night, Lena gratefully accepts the offer to take shelter, her eyes reflecting a mix of relief and weariness as she steps into the warm room, dripping onto the floor, and tentatively agrees to a bottle of gin to help shake off the chill while apologetically offering to keep out of the way.

"Little Lena, who is clearly a lightweight,is a bit tipsy,