Can I Get A Witness?

Last night I stopped by my upstairs neighbor's place to chat about something. The next thing you know her buzzer rings and she lets whoever in. Thinking it's somebody she knew or a delivery person, I let her continue on with her detailed retelling, as we stood in the stairwell, of how exactly she got a bruise from hot sex with her boyfriend when we feel sets of eyes on us. Two very frightened Jehovah's witnesses were looking up at us from the landing. Well, they gotta learn someday.