Saoirse hears the voice and, for the first time almost all day, she smiles. It's been hard not to feel a little angry that Darrow's ruined her birthday — well, her birthday was yesterday, and it's not like anyone forgot so much as it felt a little overshadowed by today — but hearing Sweeney's voice pushes that away, just a bit, just enough.

It's probably stupid, but she does open the door and slip out, closing it behind her again to keep up the semblance of secrecy and safety they've been trying to maintain all evening.

"Checking up on us?" she asks, pitching her voice low; with her dark clothes and dark hair, standing on the dark porch, the pale of her face is almost bright.