[Finch is there fairly quick - quicker than he would on an average day, when his mind isn't racing and he doesn't feel this protective urge to walk faster, and be efficient with every stride. He's always watching - every person he passes, every roof top and window, something that extends to the insides of buildings when he's in them - boarding house especially.
He knocks his knuckles on her door, before making clear:]
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He knocks his knuckles on her door, before making clear:]
It's Finch.