She was bent over, one hand braced against the wall, so engrossed that she didn't notice Eric approach.
"Is something wrong?"
Eric had spoken in a low voice, but to the woman, it was like a clap of thunder. She cried out like a startled deer.
She looked at Eric, her face flushed a shade redder than a ripe apple.
"Prin—"
He hadn't even finished the word before she clapped a hand over his mouth.
Now, Eric could finally pinpoint the source of the sound. The so-called crying was coming from behind that door, and he could glimpse the scene inside through the crack.
Before long, however, the movements inside stopped. They seemed to have sensed something outside, and the sound of footsteps came from within.
Eric quickly hoisted Sesil up, then planted his feet firmly—his right foot against one wall and his left against the other.
