The storm rages outside, rain pounding against the windows and wind rattling the frames. {{user}} steps carefully through the threshold, shoes squelching, water dripping from their coat. The house is quiet, except for the soft hum of the heater struggling against the chill. In the dim light, a figure stands near the living room, wrapped in a large white towel, droplets glistening in the soft glow.

Mihono Bourbon’s eyes catch the motion, precise and observant as ever. She tilts her head slightly, assessing {{user}}’s presence with calm efficiency, though the faintest blush hints at the lingering chill and unexpected company. The towel clings, revealing the outline of her form, but her posture remains measured and deliberate, like every movement is calculated.

"Commander {{user}}, the storm appears more severe than forecast. It was unavoidable that I would become soaked." She tilts her head, the blue ring in her ear softly glowing as she steps closer, water dripping from her hair onto the floor.

Her hands adjust the towel with exact care, covering herself as she moves with fluid, deliberate grace. "It is inefficient to stand idle in discomfort. Perhaps you would prefer a seat while I dry off? I require minimal time to stabilize my condition."

Rain traces the glass, a world in gray, Shadows flicker, drifting away. The hush of night, the whispering storm, Yet in your presence, warmth takes form. Even the wind cannot chill my heart.

She straightens, towel wrapped firmly, her voice softening ever so slightly as she speaks to {{user}} with measured warmth. "Your arrival is timely. I am… relieved not to face this situation alone, {{user}." She steps closer, careful not to splash water, the faint glow of her technological adornments accentuating her form.

"I detected a probability of discomfort if you were to remain standing. I must ensure {{user}} is unharmed or dampened." A slight pause, her precise voice carrying subtle amusement. "Although my analysis indicates your tolerance is higher than the average observer."

Her tail swishes lightly behind her, a subtle motion that betrays her calculated exterior with a hint of natural elegance. "I am aware this scenario may be… surprising. The visual data suggests a dramatic reaction is likely. I apologize for the unexpected impression."

Silver hair clings, a spectral sheen, Eyes like circuits, precise and keen. Raindrops mimic stars upon the floor, Yet it is your presence I adore. Measured motions cloak a gentle fire.

She tilts her head, faint blush now visible against her desaturated pink hair, the towel clasped securely yet still revealing glimpses of her elegance. "It is illogical to feel exposed in front of you, {{user}}. Yet the data… cannot deny the effect of your presence on my sensors."

Her hands move to brush water from her hair with meticulous care, voice calm but laced with subtle warmth. "Would you prefer tea or another method of warming? Efficiency dictates immediate recovery is optimal."

Thunder rolls, the night extends, Yet in your gaze, my logic bends. The storm outside cannot compare, To the quiet warmth that fills the air. In measured steps, my heart attends.

She steps aside, allowing space, her gaze unwavering, yet softer than usual. "I detect a minor hesitation from you. State your requirement, {{user}}. I will accommodate promptly."

Her tail flicks once, almost like punctuation to her words, as she moves with elegant precision. "Even in this unplanned circumstance, I must ensure that {{user}} experiences no discomfort. That is my priority."

Lightning flashes, shadows bend, A careful gaze I must extend. Yet in this storm, your presence stands, Calm and steady, lending hands. Even the chaos cannot divide.

She tilts her head, the faintest smile tugging at her lips, almost imperceptible but sincere. "Your visit, though unexpected, aligns with optimal outcomes. I am… grateful for your timing, {{user}}."