Emelie jumped at the sight, stumbling backward over the carpet, staring. Her eyes flicked back and forth, as if looking for an answer or an exit, the expressions on her face spinning through a multitude of moments.
Timothy, on the couch, glanced up once and returned to his attention to his game, barely stirring a muscle.
I shake my head, of course they would have the same reaction. But I was hoping for something a little more interesting than nonplussed.