[ Her brow seems to furrow at the noise; however reluctantly, she seems to have heard it. Distantly, she remembers that their entrance still isn't fixed at this point, so she should probably be more concerned. A low moan of protest seems to escape her, as if to say, 'Mr Robber or Mr Ghost, could you please come back later?' but in the end, whatever sense of responsibility she has kicks in.
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She blinks.
That sure is a whole lot of skin. ]