The soft click of footsteps announced Thomas, but it wasn't until Cinna felt the touch of his hand that he truly believed he was there. That he wasn't alone with -- his guest. He pressed into Thomas's hand for just a moment, before steeling himself against Thomas's warning.
"Why? What do you mean to do?" They likely didn't need to whisper, but Thomas had started it, and Cinna instinctively followed suit.
The blonde didn't acknowledge them, didn't seem to notice. She might have been beyond that. Or she might have been biding her time.