Harmi leans out from between the dripping darkness and the soft-edged triangle of yellow light until her half silhouette becomes a full smiling face. She waves to catch the Skinny Walker's attention, but he is absorbed in thought and doesn't notice. Harmi calls back over her shoulder to sister-in-song,
"Pop on the kettle, wouldja, we're gonna need tea."
With the clatter of cooking and mugs behind her, Harmi turns her attention back to Skinny and his sign, wondering what more he wants to know. This time he sees her and inadvertently answers her waving with a startled frown that's quickly followed by a cautious smile. Harm is grinning from ear to ear and beckoning with unmistakeable gestures.
"Come warm yourself with some tea!" she calls to him through the gloom. She disappears from the yellow beam back into the dry kitchen where she works, lives really, leaving the door open for the visitor.