The door slams open and Granger flinches so violently our heads collide. She makes a soft noise - a mixture of whimpering and squeaking. Then she pushes me away, putting some distance between us, and freezes for a few seconds while controlling her breathing, a shocked expression on her face and her thighs clearly shaking. It's only when she gives me an expert death glare and sets off at a brisk pace that I turn to greet the intruder.