After a couple seconds of staring at the door, Cleo seems to lose interest, starting to squirm in Sawyer's arms and throwing her fist back against his jacket until she finds a firm grip. Shifting her weight slightly, Sawyer pulls her closer, wondering if she's looking for a little more security. From what he's observed of Cleo so far, when she isn't meeting someone new, she tends to ball herself up against whoever is holding her at the time. He can't tell if it's affection, or if she's just shy.

"Hey, baby, it's okay," he murmurs softly at her, trying to coax her to look up, feeling his smile widen when she turns bright blue eyes up at him and allows a small smile. "You're gonna make a new friend today. She's a lil' closer to your age than your papa is. And you'll be seeing Andrea again. You like that?"

There's no way that she understands yet at this age, but Cleo perks up slightly, letting herself repeat a couple of syllables under her breath and kicking her feet out.