"Yes," Greta says as she shuts the door, her tone softening both out of fondness and for the sake of not waking the lass, since her shriek doesn't seem to have roused her. "I'm letting her have a lie-in. We've both seen worse, but it was still a lot of commotion, and she was up a ways past her usual bedtime."

She glances up the stairwell, listening for any signs of Saoirse getting out of bed and hearing none, then motions Anne down the hall. They can use the first-floor bathroom without disturbing the rest of the household.

Once she's shepherded Anne into the room, Greta gives her a critical once-over in the light. She'd been rather backlit up on the porch, and it had been a little hard to see how much mess they were dealing with. Her coat and hat can probably just be wiped down without anyone being the wiser, but if her shirt has suffered any bloodstains, she might have to borrow something of Greta's for a little while.

"Here, let's take a look at you," she says, motioning towards the coat and hat and grabbing an empty clothes hanger from off the back of the door. The coat can be hung over the curtain rod, and the hat... well, they could put it on the counter, or something. At least, between the tile floor and the dark rug, there isn't much harm blood can do to the room itself.