[ She'd only been looking for something else to wear, a robe is hardly appropriate for any kind of long-term comfort, especially around others —

But Furina is quickly learning that nothing here is going to come as easily as it seems, even a change of outfit, as she is unceremoniously ushered into the closet, the door slamming behind her. She's already turning to shout— ]

Ough — I beg your pardon! This is no way to treat...

[ —and then she freezes at the sound of his voice, her gaze at last alighting on the Eleventh Harbinger himself. ]

Ahahaha, w-well, well! Monsieur Childe! Or...should I call you Tartaglia instead? Imagine my surprise at finding you — here, of all places! Never a dull moment for you, is there?

[ Oh, this is EXTREMELY awkward. ]