Sharon had a gun pointed at the intruder when the whisper started, eyes focusing just behind in time. There was a large shadow in her bedroom which meant it got past the securities and the shadows she was resigned to keep with her and into her bedroom, which meant it was very good at this kind of thing.
"Steve?" she asked and then hefted the gun faintly. Could be a trap. Probably was a trap. This might not be Steve. "What the worse thing to put on my hamburger?"