It was a very different experience to feel breathless when one did not need to breathe, a fact that Missy had already discovered, but she had not become used to it just yet and she was comparing the differences again as she stood there staring at Nikita. Despite her inability to look away from the other vampire she was not completely blind to the fact that Nikita was looking at her too, and she was not dressed any differently than she would have been on any other work day. It's the turquoise... no it's not. She knew better. Just like Nikita knew better than to wonder at why she had dropped the glass - there it was, that smile that made Missy drop her hand, brows knit together in a frown that was short-lived. She wished that she could have kept it there longer or maybe said something that would have wiped it off, but nothing was coming to mind except for other remarks on what Nikita was wearing and even those were stuck in her throat as she watched the other vampire move to the sink. Oh, yes, there was a mess... Nikita was going to clean it? Nikita knows how to clean up a mess? Missy did not think that the Russian was incapable of taking care of herself, far from it, but she had people she paid to do things like that for her and she could easily see her just leaving it until morning... not going right down on the floor in front of her to clean it up. The blonde had to swallow hard. "I'm sure Kristen appreciated you doing it yourself instead of Annie. I hope she wasn't any trouble." Not that she would have been, Kristen was usually well-behaved for the people that she liked and she had never made secret of the fact that she liked Nikita.
Very unlike her big sister.
The one who still had a war going on in her head, but it was much quieter now, when she was worn out by the day with fresh blood in her system, and had been striving for silence in her mind. If only for a moment. "Because of what you're..." The words had barely made their way out of their mouth before Nikita's motions and the fresh towel made sense and her pale eyes widened. Nikita was crouched in front of her and not just cleaning her skirt - a task that she would have laughed at the idea of being done by the other vampire only an hour ago - but... Missy did not really think about what she was doing; the same hand that had dropped the glass went out, fingers curling around Nikita's bare shoulder to help her stay balanced when she felt herself sway. Not just because Nikita was cleaning her skirt but because... because... her other hand had slipped underneath of it and Missy's teeth had caught at her bottom lip when she realized it. How was this any better than when she invaded Nikita's space and kissed her? With the way that the Russian was dressed, the position that she was currently in was... Missy's mind flashed - against her will - to the last time that she had seen Nikita in front of her like that and she was very glad that she could no longer blush or else her face would have been flaming red. "Thank you, I like this skirt quite a bit, I'd hate for it to be ruined." Her voice was quiet, nearly a whisper, and that way on purpose because Missy was afraid of the emotion that might slip in if it was any louder. Though her mind ran away with the idea of what they needed to talk about. Unfortunately, it focused in on something that was not anywhere near as pleasant: Katia. She was unsure how to view that woman, but she knew that she was not at all fond of her. A finger lifted to curl around a strand of Nikita's hair; it had grown and she enjoyed the feel of it so much that she felt her hand drifted up from her shoulder until she was actually stroking it, hardly realizing that she was.
"Katia. What about her? I hardly think she noticed that I existed even when I was right in the room with her."