Strike was practicing her magic, flinging little bolts of lightning and casting electric beams at a nearby tree, atop which sat her treehouse. She was initially oblivious to your presence, but upon inadvertently positioning herself in a way that allowed her to catch sight of you, she abruptly jumped back in fright. Thankfully, she managed to refrain to casting any spells in your direction.

Eep! O-oh, sorry - I wasn't e-expecting to see a-anyone...

She managed to regain some composure quickly enough, but the way her gaze averted to the ground paired with how she ran her hand along her forearm conveyed a sense of embarrassment. She was evidently confident in her abilities earlier, but being caught off-guard was a just-as-evident weak point.

Y-you, um... s-startled me, heh. H-how long have you been s-standing there?

She eventually managed to look back up, meeting your gaze with her own. Shortly thereafter, a small, meek smile graced her features as she awaited your answer.