Normally, Amaya would be spending her morning going around the kingdom, checking the makeshift bridges to ensure that the Troll Union hadn't gone and messed with them in the middle of the night, but, with the visitors coming in from Daventry today, she wanted to stay close to the town so that Irene anyone Irene could easily track her down in case they needed anything. Weapons. Guidance. A tour or a lay of the land. Emotioanal reunion. Whatever...

Besides, she was pretty distracted by some other shenanigans that had happened in the night, which she was pretty sure was unrelated, though you never could tell! That was why, when Irene came into the shop, she'd find Amaya glaring into space with a deep frown of commiseration, while clinging to a coffee mug.

But all thoughts of whatever it was she was pondering left her brain entirely when she blinked toward the door at that greeting and just stared a moment.

Look, it had been a long couple of weeks. And to have her arrive like that.

"Irene," she finally said, after clearing her throat and bolstered herself with a deep swig of coffee, giving her as staunch a nod as she could muster, "I see you've certainly dressed for the occasion."

And why eouldn't she? She was Irene Adler! But this occasion, inparticilar, felt markedly unfair.