Round 4

Halie moved up beside Silra at the base of the stairs, her face set in that stern expression she wore when things needed doing properly. "Jeane," she said, voice low but carrying well enough for both upstairs and downstairs to hear, "I appreciate your... enthusiasm. But this is not the time or place for such displays." She eyed the woman outside with cold assessment—this wasn't just a curious neighbor anymore, she was gathering information before acting. "Silra's right. We don't have..."