Swamped

Well. No need to make this easy for her.

"Come right on in," you say, in the most commanding voice you can muster. "It's not locked."

"It was supposed to be," she grumbles as she opens the door. "Which of you fools can't follow orders..."

She looks around, glances at the unconscious pile of underlings tied up with fishnets, glances at the unmoving Sunflower, and then fixes her gaze squarely on you.

This gives you time to appreciate that this Lady isn't the one you were expecting. Not unless she's shrunk a whole foot since you last caught sight of her. The hair color's the same, though, as are a lot of the facial features.

"And this is precisely why I told them to lock it," she continues. "But since you don't seem to have alerted any authorities, you must have an angle here. So I'll bite. What do you want from me?"

This isn't the situation you were expecting, so you'll have to improvise a bit.