She watched as her mother and father through the doorway as they whispered to each other. She sat at the dinner table, nervously playing with her hair as her boyfriend sits very still beside her. It's understandable really, her father is a formidable figure, and his anger not completely under control. She takes after him mostly, with steel grey eyes and long black hair. She gets up and talks with her parents after what seemed like a millennia. "Could you please come on out already?"
Sansa watched the boy and her daughter through the crack in the door. Jon (?) was behind her; he’d told her that they had to wait, to make him sweat for a minute before going out to speak with him. She found the whole business rather amusing. When their daughter walked over, she opened the door slightly, then nodded. “Come along, darling, we’ve got to face the facts. Might even scare him a bit, if we can.”