When the door swung open, it revealed a disheveled and anxious Halia. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, henshin pen stuck into it, and she was in baggy sage colored pajama pants and a loose fitting t shirt, having yet to leave the house that day. Upon taking note of her friend's appearance, Halia moved out of the doorway and gestured for her to come inside.
"Are you okay? No injuries?" She eyed the sky outside before shutting the door, the knot in her stomach tightening. She knew something was going on, something magical in nature and most likely horrible, but she had yet to hear from the two eternal senshi she called friends and coworkers. Until she could make contact with the boys, she had planned to sit tight and stay safe.