[as though Emerald could forget that voice. she turned on her heel and tried her absolute best to keep her face steady, to stop herself from smiling as much as she truly wanted to at the face, the voice, the person before her.]

Lancer. [the name felt gentle on her lips; she hadn't forgotten. she doubted she ever would.] Good thing you caught me before my ears finished coming in. Once they do, you won't ever need the perfume to find me.

[she walked up to her and did let out the tiniest of smiles once she was closer, once the conversation could reasonably have been limited to the both of them and no one else.] Thank you. [and a pause, and she looked down slightly.] I didn't... get anything for you.