That lunch-- ah... [Vastra looks back into her "drawing space"/living room area while holding the neck of her gown closed. It's covered in dishes. Her kitchen doesn't look much better, Vastra's been eating raw meat pretty much every day and not cleaning up. It's evident, just by looking at the room, that Vastra hasn't been taking very good care of herself.]

[It's a disaster. But Vastra's from a time when people don't just show up at the door, they write or call or make an appointment. Vastra is also from a time when even if people didn't call ahead, one doesn't leave them standing in the hallway with the door shut in their face. So while she is half dressed (Protip: not by modern standards), and her apartments are a mess, it would be worse to leave Bucky outside. The wheels turn for a few seconds in her head and then she nods, resigned, and opens the door the rest of the way to let him in.]

Please come in, Sergeant. Though I am afraid I am not quite ready to entertain, I can at the very least offer you tea or coffee while I get dressed?