For someone that looked perpetually angry while awake, Nerva looked strangely peaceful while she slept - one arm resting above the blanket she was curled under, her normally tightly bunned hair loose on the pillow and down her neck.

She was peaceful, however, until she heard a voice, and within a half a heart beat she was awake, and thrusting her arm out to find the sword she always kept at the side of her bed, only to find it - missing.

Cursing in Orlesian she made a fist instead reading to punch the intruder square in the jaw - only to catch sight of a wide-eyed and very naked Twisted Fate.

Her brain could not process this information immediately, staring at him with an expression that was somewhere between incredulous and furious.