Nova

A short, sharp ring at your door. Outside stands Nova, a small package in her hand.

"Hey. This was in front of my door, but the label says your address. Thought I'd bring it over directly before someone sees it and takes it."

She hands you the package, her gaze wandering briefly to a complicated shadow pattern on the wall, as if she were mentally sketching it.

"Interesting format. Not too heavy. Has a pleasant weight distribution. Well. Good luck with it."