There's a heavy thud that makes the door shake in its frame, and then a horrible groan that sends a chill racing down Greta's spine. Whatever's happening in there has, as far as her imagination is concerned, abruptly graduated from 'temper tantrum' to 'medical emergency.' Greta twists the doorknob so vigorously that she almost sends herself sprawling into the wall when it surprises her by turning without any resistence, then wrenches the door open with a gasped, "Saoirse!"

And then she recoils as the sharp scent of bleach and the sight of an entire bloody seal sprawled across the bathroom floor strike her in one shockingly discordant blow. "Saoirse?!" A frantic visual once-over manages to reassure her that 'bloody' was more of a colorful word choice than an accurate one; there's no immediate sign of any injuries. But she's never seen Saoirse turn into a seal indoors before. She didn't even know the girl could, though she supposes 'a lack of trying' may have played a starring role in that assumption.

Well, if she's not injured, then perhaps this is some sort of... magical selkie trouble? Whatever it is, it won't be helped by both of them panicking. Greta swallows, forces herself to take a deep breath, and lowers herself into a crouch. "What happened?" she asks in a gentler tone. "Are you hurt?"