Sarah's breath caught in her throat. She had been so transfixed on... well nothing, that she'd nearly jumped out of her skin when someone knocked on the door. Did they intend on knocking it down? Sarah scooped Harri up and placed her in her playpen. "Be a good girl." She whispered, as she pressed a finger to her lips.
The shout of her husband's name came as a surprise. And she leaned against the door. Her hand inches from runes that would set off if touched in the wrong places. "Who's there?" She was too damn short to look out of the peephole. It hadn't bothered her before, but it was definitely something she'd have to bring up to Katherine, to be sure he gave the man an extra kick in the nuts for. The damned heightist.