Indeed, Devika could feel Storm Roxy heading up the shop steps. She rubbed at her temples a bit, and did her best to block it out. It was difficult, but she'd been getting daily practice. Roxy's foreign emotions washed into a sort of backdrop in her mind. She could still feel them, but it wouldn't take root in her own body.

As Roxy appeared, Devika joined her side, with the plate of apple slices and peanut butter. "...I suppose our guest isn't staying?"

No sense in hiding what little she knew. "...apple?" She held up the plate with an encouraging little smile.