Well, she really wasn't expecting company while she was down here, but for a moment when Lotor dashes in through the doorway, Katie thinks he's someone else. It's the colouring. Very familiar, of late, and she raises her eyebrows even as she lowers the hand she threw up in case he did careen into her.

"Goodness." Her tone is mild, and clipped British. "You certainly know how to make an entrance. Are you all right?"

That the passageway and stairs behind him seem to have crumbled away doesn't seem to faze her overly much. Katie makes her own doorways.