There's friendly face, then there's familiar face. Which is arguably better. And they've been missing her. Though more accurately, it's familiar call in this case.

It's definitely enough warning, because Corie makes that toy laser sound right back. Today's form is stocky, Corie grabbing for that dry and all too familiar heat once she's in range.

"Mags!" They laugh, arms wrapped around her, a grin on their face. They sort of wiggle a little, rocking side to side.