The voice was one that she had wanted to see. Her eyes slid up, aware and clear. It was obvious, at the least, that she had not been sleeping. "Byrne. Please sit." It was congenial, warmer than most she would greet, but there was still an edge to it. Something between impatience and that of one pleased.

However, before business, there was still the aspect of maintaining their friendship, partial as it was. "You seem fine. Was last night all right for you?" Asking that, however, made her belatedly remember that this man had been with her the night some of her powers were regained, even in this human form. It said something about the information that she wanted to share that it had slipped her mind. It seemed she owed him a bit of an explanation, then.

It also showed how much he had evolved to accept the information. When she met him, he had been like Barnaby, and if shown those things, he likely wouldn't have approached her again. And yet here the man was. The thought caused a smile to edge against her lips. It was nice. In a way hard to define, it was nice.