The snake remained on the couch, counter to Juliet's fears that it would certainly come creeping after her. Instead it seemed...perhaps confused, but she certainly wasn't going to argue about projecting human emotion onto an animal when she was frozen stiff at the foot of her bookcase. Suddenly there was a voice at her front door, one she didn't recognize, and rather than shouting back, her jaw hung askew and voiceless.
Iris? Juliet wracked her mind, trying to place the name. Without tearing her eyes away from the snake, she tried to communicate with the person on the other side of the wall.
"Iris?" Her voice was too light to be heard properly, and raising the volume seemed like a poor idea. What if it startled the creature, and caused it to seek her out again? Juliet couldn't handle that, and instead slowly began to pick herself up with hands pressed to the bindings of her much loved treasures. Slowly, she edged around the huge python on her couch, and then quickly pattered to her door, flinging it open and rushing into the hall without another word except the fear that was plainly writ on her features.