Micha had needed a few moments to meditate and release her anxiety into the Force before she made her way over to the Tower and the apartment Steve was living in. It had only been a few days for her since she'd seen him in their own time, but it had been quite a while longer for him and she wasn't sure what she'd find.
She knocked on the door and waited for him to open it. Only decades worth of practice at Jedi-like serenity kept her from fidgeting.