Sidney spent most of her time in the little security shed on the grounds. It wasn't healthy, even she could acknowledge that, but she couldn't allow herself to get attached to anyone at Sanctuary. She felt responsible for them because she felt like she'd failed most of them at New Haven, but she also took her job seriously. It was becoming an addiction, a crutch to not face the world around her. She had favorites that she bothered talking to on the network or in person, but she rarely went off grounds anymore, and if she wasn't on duty, she was working her old bounty hunter connections trying to find people they'd lost.
At the knock on the door, she turned, coffee cup in hand, and watched the man enter her domain with raised brows over a bored expression. "I'm always here. Who did what stupid thing, and how much cover-up is needed?"