Laura was still in the doorway when Raven spoke to her, and she had the attitude of someone who was deciding whether or not to bolt. But she came in, as tentatively as a cat stepping onto new ground, and then walked to the dresser to put her nondescript bag on top of it. There was no indication of what could be inside, and that was intentional.
"Yes. It will be good." She bent to remove her shoes and then carefully placed them by the door, her feet in grey and black striped socks with a bloody hole punched through the front of each. She straightened and then just...stood there.
"Lorna is on her way," she said, quietly. "I hear her on the stairs."