I hear something. Instinctively, my head whips around to gain a view of the shop's open man door, which I had left open for a bit of ventilation while I am up and around. Sure enough, another second or two passes before Starla's head eases out from around the corner, scanning her surroundings as she moves to take another step – before spotting me. Those wide eyes that were already trying to gather as much light as possible to see in the dark somehow manage to get bigger as she freezes in place.