That Nikita made the effort to touch her arm... Missy bit at her bottom lip again, wanting more than anything to tighten the hold that she had on the Russian. Why? The question floated into her mind out of nowhere as she stared down at the other woman, surprising her and she honestly had to wonder about that. Why could she touch her like this; was it simply because Nikita had knelt down in front of her so easily... no, no it was a combination of that and the past weeks, the time she had spent around her, the crashing of her walls, the resurfacing... stop it. An easy enough thing to do when Nikita chose to continue talking about Katia, without any other words truly regarding her. She managed to not roll her eyes at what was said, but it took effort. Just because the other vampire was older than her did not mean she was automatically going to be wary of her. She was a vampire and Missy's automatic appraisal of all of them was that they were, well, predators who existed for her to hunt down take care of. That she had joined their ranks really did not change that. Her pale eyes flicked down to Nikita again, to where her fingers were still in her dark locks. With one notable exception. "Would you really prefer I act as though I'm worried?" Missy's tone was almost a little amused, though frustration showed in her eyes and face as she let Nikita rise without protest, her fingers sliding out of her hair. She had almost forgotten how much she enjoyed the way that felt. "Let her, I'm not hiding anything." Except one thing, and Nikita was hiding that too.
Now at hearing that Katia would be staying in the house Missy could not keep from rolling her eyes. A cold shot of fear did rush through her at the knowledge, but she refused to let any of it show on her face. The last thing that she needed was for Nikita to know that just seeing the other Russian had put the memory of that dream fresh into her mind. When she closed her eyes she could practically taste Nikita's fear again, and her own mingling with it. "She doesn't know," Missy said, her voice steady and certain. It was a very deliberate sort of voice and one that she had practiced for years and she did sometimes in front of the mirror before work; her reporter voice. Meant to soothe and reassure no matter what she actually believed. "You just have to make sure she believes whatever reason you give her as to why I am here. You can be very convincing." Missy tilted her head and did what she always seemed to be the one doing, she stepped forward and reached out, her cool fingers sliding beneath Nikita's chin to tilt it up so that the other woman was looking at her once again. She swallowed hard, her throat working as a voice in the back of her head - one that sounded remarkably similar to her dead sister - screamed at her to drop her hand, to turn and get Kristen, to walk out the door and keep walking until she had left this cursed town behind forever. That voice was countered by one that did not give a damn about Katia being there or why she was. The same one that had seen her pressing Nikita to a wall, and several times after... she was not trying to press buttons, though a niggling fear in her head said that it was all the Russian was doing. Right now she was just trying, perhaps desperately, to make sense of all the feelings that kept pulling her back to this situation where all she wanted to do was reach out and press herself into Nikita.
"Just tell her you can't let me go away." The corner of Missy's mouth tugged up into a smile that was almost self-mocking. She had gotten very good at those smiles since she had died. "You want me to stay, but you can't actually say it... " Her hand shifted, thumb tracing over Nikita's jaw and up until it just brushed against the bottom of her ear. Subtly, Missy leaned in, her eyes locked on those turquoise ones she had never been able to banish from her dreams. Her sister's voice was becoming a quiet buzz the longer she had her hand touching Nikita without feeling the Russian pull away from her. Whose making who uncomfortable now? Missy's voice was quieter. "Don't know how to say it, really, and why should you have to?" Was she talking about Nikita or herself?