"Ah. So you're the visitor." Her gaze moved over him once, slow and easy. "I heard that thing take an unusually long time deciding what to do with you."
"Maybe it's just slow. I wouldn't blame the hardware."
"Nothing about you reads simply. I imagine the poor thing needed the extra moment." Her mouth curved, unhurried the way it always seemed to be. "Come in."
"Is Leia here?" he asked, stepping past her into the lounge room.
"Upstairs." Hela closed the door behind him with an easy push. "She'll be down soon enough. Given the mood she came here with, I wouldn't stand too close to the blast radius when she gets here."
What did that mean?
He didn't have long to find out what that meant. Footsteps announced her before she did, quick on the stairs, and by the time she rounded the corner into view she'd already traded her uniform for something considerably more comfortable, though her expression hadn't softened to match it.
