Haruka arched an eyebrow, but did as told, stretching slightly as she leant back against the couch. If Michiru wanted to surprise her with something, that was her business - Meetra had rather hinted at it in the texts she'd gotten before coming, but she'd not expanded upon it.
In the poor woman's defence, she'd likely been terribly traumatised. "Don't take too long in there, okay?" She'd never been a patient woman at the best of times. Especially when she was trying to figure out what her lover was doing behind closed doors.