She'd done a lot of work to make sure they would be better fortified before the day. Nikita had bought some shatter-resistant film for Bondurant's, and Daisy had followed suit for The Archive, lining the windows with it to try to help minimize damage to them. She'd found some flame retardant sprays and finishes, too, to help protect the exterior and interior. There are plenty of flammable things in here, and she knows too well what would happen to John if any of it got hurt. The ratings on them are in length of hours a fire burns, but her hope is that it's a last resort, a literal firewall if someone manages to get past her.

And they won't.

By the time the siren sounds, she's keyed up, feeling the Hunt in her, hearing the Blood loud and clear. If it were a real noise, it might have drowned out Martin's footsteps as he approaches now, but instead, it makes his steps seem booming in the quiet of the place. She tries to keep her body relaxed, like by pretending it'll make it true. And maybe it will do, so long as nobody tries to break in for the sake of it.

Her body is ready for this, ready to fight and protect her friends; later, she'll check on Nikita and maybe even Detective bloody Sousa. Right now, she's staying put until it feels like the storm has passed. She needs to be here.

"I'm fine," she says at Martin's question, voice a little rougher than usual, a little more feral.

She isn't fine, not really. For all that this is feeding her — scraps right now, but something — she wants out there, using the opportunity to find the monsters and glut herself like she has on Halloweens past... but there are so many monsters out there right now, and most of them are human. She isn't afraid of them, though. It's the opposite: she's afraid of herself.

"I'm fine," she repeats, like she can convince herself it's true.