[ She has to do a double take. Had she expected a familiar face it would have been Hubert or one the guards stationed around the dormitory at night, the last people she saw before retiring to her own room. Not this one. ]

Sylvain. What a surprise. [ It's said with the kind of formality a robe and slut era shirt wouldn't otherwise allow for. He may be making a bit of a verbal jab but they have more significant problems on their hands, in her opinion. ] Although not the biggest I have had in the last few hours.

[ She doesn't for a moment think him as casual as his stance suggests - one small and frankly unexpected commonality she recalls from their academy days is a penchant for games of strategy. Still, what are they going to do in this dimly lit supply closet? Duel with spare toothbrushes? ]

I don't suppose you understand any more than I do about our presence here.