By the time they arrived Leto had managed to stop glaring at whatever happened to be filling her vision, and was once again composed.
And a touch embarrassed, but... hell. She couldn't take scolding Kevin back, and there was the small matter of not particularly wanting to. While not polite or at all dignified, she at least felt rather justified.
She looked over to Miguel, whom she had never met before. "/Sir, have you moved or touched her at all? Is this how you found her?/"