Feeling immensely reassured by the smile on Tanis' lips, Sinead couldn't help but grin, too.<br/>"Yeah," she agreed, her voice more a laugh than an honest, coherent reply; her attention was far removed from thinking about which bus connections offered<span style="font-style: italic">colored seating</span>.<br/>Even despite the itch in her fingers, Sinead took a step back, fully opening the door with her as she urged Tanis inside. It felt juvenile, awkwardly but with a sense of thrill trying to decide what was an appropriate greeting to offer Tanis. Sinead wanted to reach out for Tanis, brush any kind of caress against her skin that could convey that Sinead hadn't regretted a single thing. And yet, she didn't, at least having enough restraint to refrain from doing so, as long as the front door was open to the public.<br/>"Come on in, I don't mind you being early."