She'd just nodded at Hermione's warning and twised her hands in the covers as she waited out the pain.
At the call form the door, she's jolted out of worrying about the pain and grime because what the fuck? It sounds like Tim, but he wouldn't call her Stephanie. She casts a confused look at Hermoine, and carefully stands up. "If you hear a commotion, I want you to leave. Don't worry about me," she doubts Hermione will listen, but she has to say it anyway. It might be stupid to answer the door, but if it's the militia, a closed door won't stop them.
She heads to the door, one hand on her bo staff and the other turning the handle. Just her head peeks out, obscuring the fact she's costume, in case it's not someone she actually knows.
And, well...
She just stares at him, her mind trying to process what the hell is going on, and failing completely.
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At the call form the door, she's jolted out of worrying about the pain and grime because what the fuck? It sounds like Tim, but he wouldn't call her Stephanie. She casts a confused look at Hermoine, and carefully stands up. "If you hear a commotion, I want you to leave. Don't worry about me," she doubts Hermione will listen, but she has to say it anyway. It might be stupid to answer the door, but if it's the militia, a closed door won't stop them.
She heads to the door, one hand on her bo staff and the other turning the handle. Just her head peeks out, obscuring the fact she's costume, in case it's not someone she actually knows.
And, well...
She just stares at him, her mind trying to process what the hell is going on, and failing completely.