Boris looked at her with a blank expression. He looked to her as if he knew what she was doing. The boy is smart beyond his years, the girl hasn't left her shell yet, which is normal, she surmised. There was a knock on the door. Lysa pressed the back of her index finger on her lips while looking at the twins. She got up and pulled her gun out and readied. She peeked through the spyglass. She calmed herself and opened.
