"Mm?" Pietro hummed, nudging open the bathroom door to peer out at his sister's call, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He frowned, sensing the irritation in the air, and he quickly spat and rinsed, coming out to take over for her, waving her away silently.
"Any trouble?" he asked, giving his sister a quick once over. There were any number of dangers in this wretched city, particularly for the twins. On more than one occasion they'd found themselves being tailed. It was the reason the window was covered by taped up spreads pulled from the papers (generously donated by the neighbors). Pietro had tried to brighten it up with poor doodles of the streets of Novi Grad, but at least it blocked the dreary sight the snow had brought.