Immediately the mood switches. Gut reactions are fierce these days and she knows, Teagan KNOWS that this woman isn't here for anyone else but Sol. THAT'S reassuring. Immediately she steps aside, gestures Torrie to come on in.
The tunnels aren't safe. Nothing in Austin is safe. It's better to get in someplace shielded. If Torrie has what she needs then she can't risk it getting into the wrong hands.
Teagan is afraid to ask for it outright, afraid because she doesn't want this to be unreal. She wants the proof, the solid, substantial, irrefutable proof in her hands. Once she has all that then she can clear her name. She can go home. Though...lately she's begun to question if it was ever really her home to begin with or just some nasty, evil illusion that's been torn asunder by the black, fuckedness of this world they live in.
"How is Sol?" She's asking because he was supposed to come himself. That he hasn't makes her curious and she had to admit, concerned.