She hears him, though, and Kuvira whips around, hands balled into fists in preparation for the upcoming fight with her intruder. For a split second, she sees the reflection of his glasses and sighs in both exasperation and relief. "Baatar," Kuvira places a hand on her hip. "I know youre there." Pre-Great Uniter/Book 3 drabble. Baavira.