[Ellie has a set of very important, maybe even vital sandwiches to make if she wants an updated list of emoticons courtesy one Arya Stark which is what, eventually, brings her swinging down to the kitchens. She has a mental list in her head of Arya's particular sandwich making specifications and is focused enough on the short list of ingredients (and the specific 'no such and such') that for a moment when she crosses the threshold into the kitchen, she doesn't take note of the fact that she isn't alone: has her comm up and her nose in it, a slight frown on her face.
When she looks up, she freezes - a deer in the headlights, small hairs prickling at the back of her neck and a shiver of caution bolting down the length of her spine. He hands go abruptly taught around the comm, breath short. She wasn't expecting company.]
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When she looks up, she freezes - a deer in the headlights, small hairs prickling at the back of her neck and a shiver of caution bolting down the length of her spine. He hands go abruptly taught around the comm, breath short. She wasn't expecting company.]