At the arrival of someone else, Michiru stiffened slightly and watched the newcomer carefully. He seemed to know the strange woman she'd been talking with, but it was best not to make assumptions.
When she saw Satine's reaction to the stranger's appearance her hand drifted into the pocket of her skirt. She fingered the hilt of her henshin wand, as she mentally calculated out a way to duck out of the room, transform and return if need be. Even as she considered this, she wondered if it really mattered. There was no Princess to protect, and no Haruka to make fighting worth it.