"Yessss" She was growing to dislike the guttural sound that came from her throat. She thought that perhaps she would grow used to it, talking to Amos, but she had not. The hiss was something that she could avoid. But the sound... The sound was not her own.
"I am here, I cannot open the door." There no hiss Shannon was a little pleased. She climbed to her feet. She felt fairly graceless as well. And there was a time that she wouldn't have cared. It was a funny thing time, with her adult daughter and the younger version of her father, did.