She huffs again, startled by the sound of someone calling out her name. Not Aziraphale, not Peeta. Not the harsh, clipped tone of someone seconds away from shooting at her. Her eyesight isn't very good in this shape, but her hearing and smell are well enough.

Yuri.

He shouldn't still be here.

Daine continues forward at a steady pace, pausing a good body-length away from him. Then she jerks her head, sharp and deliberate, back toward the exit. He needs to leave.