Before sealing her room door, she paused, inhaling deeply.

The path from the entrance to her room was damp, a consequence of Tyrone's earlier intrusion.

Sabrina pivoted, fixing a stern gaze upon Tyrone.

“Remove your wet clothes and I'll tend to the floor," she directed.

With that, she shut her room door and proceeded to fetch the mop from the bathroom.

As Sabrina completed the task of floor-cleaning, she promptly returned the mop to its place. Just then, the adjacent room's door creaked open.

Bettie emerged, her cup in hand, a perplexed expression adorning her features. She inquired, "Sabrina, have you mopped the floor?"

Sabrina nodded and casually gestured, "Yes, I noticed a bit of grime earlier."

Bettie ambled over to Sabrina's room and made a request, "Could I borrow your makeup remover? I just realized I left mine behind."

Upon noticing that Bettie had touched the doorknob, Sabrina was taken aback.

"Wait!"

Following a momentary pause, Bettie turned to face Sabrina, bemused.

"What's the matter? You're acting as if there's a man hiding in your room."

“Well... I just remembered that I've run out of makeup remover. How about using my facial cleanser instead? It's right there by the washbasin," Sabrina suggested, her demeanor poised as though nothing unusual had occurred.

"Sounds good."

Bettie proceeded to the bathroom.

Sabrina released a relieved breath.

Having returned the mop to its place, Sabrina was in the midst of making her way back to her room.

Out of the blue, Bettie remarked, "Sabrina, why are your pants damp?"

Sabrina cast her gaze downward and realized her trousers had been splattered by the rain.