When it came to invitations, Daniel's muted stare would have to suffice. Vaughn stepped in, and the pale heel of her hand caught the edge of the door. Casting it blindly closed, dismissive in the action as her pickax eyes remained on her caged bird all the while.
Daniel's steps were peddling in reverse, and she could tell. He'd stepped back when he opened the door, and he did it again now. Vaughn wondered if he was aware of it, and remained still when the door clicked behind her. Fingers fed up the door's seam and found one of the locks, twisting it. The sound of the lock catching it's hollow punctured their silence like a knife, and Vaughn smiled. It was nothing like her usual smiles, it was real. Small, but real.