[ Having just been walking to pull her knife from where it had lodged, Lexie is within reach of its hilt when Myira makes her surprise landing and transformation. The sudden appearance of another person and the greeting, even in a familiar voice, is startling enough to already frayed and sleepless nerves that Lexie yanks the blade free and whirls around, already sinking back into a defensive crouch, her eyes wide and wild.

It takes the space of a breath for her to recognize that the woman flopped on her couch isn't a threat, and half a breath further to recognize who it is. Once she does, her indrawn breath is released shakily, and she relaxes back to standing, lowering the knife. ]

Myira. Forgive me. It is... I am so very pleased to see you. [ She smiles, although it is not the wide sparkling one from before the trip, and there is a tinge of apology to it. ] Could I, however, prevail upon you to... let me know before you stop by, in the future?