Out of instinct, Fionn flipped back his overcoat and immediately pulled a gun from his holster. He held it at low ready, and with slowed, calculated steps, walked in the direction.
But when he got there, he felt ashamed of himself, actually rather stupid. There was no need for a gun, and he was only being paranoid. How could he point a gun at his little sister? He giggled at the thought.
Maeve stood humming at the sink basin in the kitchen, washing the utensils that had been piled up. The headsets on her head and her sheer concentration on what she was doing made her oblivious of her sorrounding.
Fionn scoffed as he put his gun back in the holster. Finding out that it was Maeve and not some random intruder, his nerves were calmed. With a smile painted on his face, he moved to where she was standing.
"How did you get in?" He asked.
