It was almost everything Goldy could do to stop herself goosing Miho when she crawled through the window, even under these tense circumstances. She has her gun ready again as she pads along at Miho's right hand, hanging back a little. And not for the view this time.

She's not quite as stealthy as the other two, and her boots do crunch the loose stones a little. But it's hopefully lost in the steady drum of rain on the roof or in the more arhythmic dripping from the gutterways and vegetation.