His quiet approach startles her, but she's thankfully had more than enough experience with actually not being queenly and sitting on and climbing out of windows. "Jon!" she exclaims, one hand clutching the edge of the stone upon which she sat, the other wrapped around a small satchel she's diligently wearing over her nightdress. Maybe it might seem like she's only forgotten to call him by his title because of her fright, but she'd also warmed up rather quickly to him - though there were still secrets, of course, that she refused to share. "You startled me. What are you doing here?"

She shifts to bring herself a little more inside the tower than outside, leaning in a way that indicated she was checking if he'd brought Ghost with him. "If I'm not supposed to be here, I'm sorry," she apologizes, though she doesn't stand up to bow or curtsy or whatever. "I just..." She looks away, the hand around her satchel tightening. "I can't sleep."

She's taken well to King's Landing for the most part, though she still longs for the beauty and splendor of her own Alexandria. And while she's found some sense of belonging with the family she's about to marry into, she hasn't entirely shed her self-consciousness on the fact that she's a foreigner, and that she's practically a gift from Octavian for a promise of alliance with this new king. She's just really good at not showing it. Her mother had taught her well.