While the sounds of footsteps could be heard, probably a prisoner, or rather, resident, as Sylvie liked to call them, most likely was showing a newcomer around. She was so busy focused on her current paperwork that she was sorting. She wouldn't notice who exactly was walking up to her. Though she certainly heard someone behind her.

She let out a hum, not tearing her eyes away from the papers she was currently holding. She was always very prominent about finishing her work.

"Yes? What is it? I can feel your eyes on me.."

Her voice was as motherly and gentle as ever, despite her intimidating appearance.