If questioned about it, Haruka would completely deny that she'd rushed inside. True, she moved faster than most people naturally, but that didn't mean anything - that was just who she was.
She let herself in, slightly hesitant about this whole thing. It'd started so simply, and then... well, the confusion had set in. Was it just because Michiru was the only woman who knew who she truly was? Or was it something deeper? She had no idea.
"Michiru-san?" The honorific had returned, largely because she had no idea who could be listening. "If you didn't want to see me, I'm sorry, but... I needed to see you."