"What?!" What on earth is that supposed to mean? 'Green'? What's green? Greta leans in closer to the door, brow knit in bewilderment as Saoirse has what sounds like a top-tier tantrum on the other side of the wood; Cú lets out an uneasy whine and snuffles at the jamb.

She understands 'stay out' clearly enough, but while she refrains from jiggling the knob again, she's certainly not about to leave Saoirse in a state like this. "What's happened? Will you please open the door?"