It took two whole minutes for it to sink in. And then another minute before the smile on Tyra's face faded into something reasonable. Her cheeks still hurt though. She might have even flailed a bit, because she realized she was sitting on the floor and didn't remember how she got there. It was an impressive flail, and one she would only ever admit to under extreme duress. And then blame Liara for being contagious.
Shower. She needed to shower, and find something to wear. Casual. Jeans, a nice shirt. And pick up some wine. And there was that TUMI artifact. She'd picked it up at a pawn shop after she'd started dreaming more and more.
Dreaming about a woman, and then meeting her? There might have been some shower flailing. Again, she'd never admit to it. Shepard was cool, composed and collected. She wasn't falling madly for a woman she barely knewin this world.
Somehow, she made it to Liara's apartment without killing anyone else on the road, and carrying wine, with the TUMI tucked into her belt, knocked on the door.