[She thinks she's following the dog to be let out to do his business, so she takes her time a bit. When he leads her to Ion's door, of all places, she stops there with her hand against the wood, listening.
No sooner does the sound register for what it really is than she opens it, because the occupant of the room is very clearly awake.]
Ion, what is it? [She's whispering. No need to wake the uncute colonel.]
[action]
No sooner does the sound register for what it really is than she opens it, because the occupant of the room is very clearly awake.]
Ion, what is it? [She's whispering. No need to wake the uncute colonel.]