[ It's near impossible to hide the shadow that passes over her vision at the mere thought of wanting to see them. Everything inside coils tight, and with narrowed eyes she mutters with a scarcely-repressed venom: ]

He does not know death, though he will pray for it should he show his face here.

[ Maybe she does want to see him after all, but not for biscuits and tea. Red says it's nearly impossible for them to 'get out'. That phrase suggests she was certainly not let out. Catching herself, her tone momentarily lightens. ]

No doubt there is someone you would rather avoid seeing, too.