It's futile and part of her knows it: if they tracked her here in the first place, hiding in the closet or behind the curtains isn't going to throw them off. But the snapped order rides right over her doubts, and she makes a dash for the master bedroom.

The Council Slayers are emerging from the entryway as she stops just inside the bedroom and turns to look over her shoulder, realizing only then that Lorne isn't following her.