(Sorry about all this. It's that time of year, and I've really got to work on things.)
Sybil grinned, nodding once. "That's for certain," she purred, rubbing the back of her head.
Clare nodded, spying the safehouse as well. "I'd be glad to tell you more about it once I can take this damned mask off," she said, still scanning the area. "Do you think we've been followed?"
Zanthe contemplated the ground for a moment, then looked back up at the Great Dane. "...What did you have in mind?"