Missy had had a really long day that started when she rolled out of bed and ended... twenty minutes ago. It should have ended around noon, really, but the problem was when big news happened, it never did. That was the problem with being a reporter. Although she supposed that she could remedy that by being awful... no, that was not in her nature, Missy could never be less than her best at anything she did. Not at being a reporter, not at being a hunter, not even at being a big sister. Not even at whatever I'm doing right now. When she had pulled up to Nikita's house - a much more familiar place now than she had ever thought it would be to her - she had believed she would just get out of the car and go in, but instead she had sat in the car for several minutes, fingers drumming against the wheel as she stared up at the windows, thinking. Not about what had happened during the day because none of that really mattered to her; what mattered to her were the thoughts racing through her head. Thoughts of what would happen if she walked through that door and the only person still awake - the reason why several lights were still on - was Nikita. Would she be waiting up for me...? There was a vague notion in the back of her mind that said yes, she would be, and another one that liked the idea. Another one worried that it might be the blonde Russian, Nikita's sire, and Missy did not want to come face-to-face with her alone... but she had nowhere else that she wanted to go, and she was very hungry. Hopefully it's Nikita. Did she really hope for that despite what happened every time that she was alone with Nikita now? Or perhaps even because -
The new vampire cut those thoughts off before they could finish by shoving her door open and walking inside, rearranging her scarf as she went. A few people at the station had noticed that she always had her neck covered these days and remarked on it, but she shrugged it off easily with something about how it was fashionable in Sydney, how could they not know that? Her fingers drifted from the scarf to touch the top that she was wearing, remembering the color as the scents of the others in the house washed over her, Nikita's hitting her the strongest as she turned towards the kitchen. Turquoise... had she done that on purpose? A part of her thought that yes, she had, but she pushed that thought away when she opened the fridge and reached for the blood that she was craving, pouring a glass and taking a long drink as the sound of footsteps reached her ears. Nikita. She knew it before she heard her voice, which was... oddly casual. "It was, when no one knows what's happened they all like to take guesses and every guess has to be shared because they all think that they're more right than the last person..." she responded, taking another sip before she turned to face the other woman. And she was glad that she had gotten another sip out of that glass because when she saw what it was that Nikita was wearing, it slipped from fingers that suddenly were not working quite right and shattered against the floor. Missy did not even notice the drops of blood that came high enough to stain her skirt, her eyes were fixed on Nikita's outfit, the likes of which she had never seen the Russian wear before. Her mouth worked for a second with nothing coming out and, perhaps for the first time, she was glad that she was not alive because it meant she would not blush.
"You..." Are dressed like you're going to a club. Or are trying to get someone into your bed. Missy shook her head, trying both to clear it and also forcing herself to look up and at Nikita's face instead of at what she was wearing. "Thank you for putting Kristen to bed, I'm sorry that I couldn't get away from work earlier, but I'm sure you saw at least some of the news." She was staring again, she knew she was, but it was fairly impossible not to. Her head had even tilted to the side and the finger that had come up to wipe away a stray drop of blood had lingered, unknown to her until she felt herself bite it. "You're... I..." Missy cleared her throat. "Are you going somewhere?"