At five-ten sharp, there's a whirlwind of activity as Kairos comes home. There's a tinge of cold in the air, and that always pumps her up. She throws her rainbow-hued scarf on the hook in the hallway, dumps her work portfolio in her studio, and peels off her shoes - finally.

In the hallway, barefoot and exhilarated, she stops. Listens.
Then she frowns. She's used to Connor being so quiet, but this quiet felt.. odd. She's not preternaturally empathic but she finds herself going to his room, twisting open the door, and looking inside. A little worried to what she'd find, to be honest.

"Connor?..?" she calls quietly, not wanting to startle him.