Oh, that-- That's not what I-- [Mipha's face turns red instantly as she realizes how that msut have sounded. And okay she meant it the other way too, but come on, give her some benefit of the doubt here.]

I apologize; perhaps I'm just a little too nosy. But this is the only chance I've had to see him like this-- from long before we met. [And before he'd started to change a little. Shura mentions a plan, there's talk of double agents and just how many pies does Mephisto have his fingers in here?

And then the sword is being thrown. Luckily Mipha is to the side enough that it's not like it comes that close to her, but she still jumps back with a gasp of shock. There's a split second where an instinct to protect rears its head, and it's only her own sense of self-control and remembering that it's a memory of what's already happened that keeps her from automatically retaliating for Mephisto.

Mephisto is fine anyhow, minus the cut on his cheek, and Mipha looks from him, to the memory!Shura, to the real one in shock]