The back of her neck erupts into goosebumps while she strains to listen for footsteps or breathing, though she knows Tyki can and will forgo anything like that if he really wished to sneak up on her--

Warm breath near her ear and a lilting voice. Lenalee jolts as if tapped by a live wire.

Ohhh, no. Nope, sorry, this isn't going to fly tonight. She doesn't want to play this game. Twisting round with a hiss of breath, she does well to keep both feet planted firmly on the ground, but her Boots unfurl in a flash of muted red that briefly illuminates the fog. It's more intentional than she'd ever admit, and most definitely a warning.

"This isn't the time to play games, Mikk."