"I wasn't, no," Alherien clucked as she calmly, almost casually, unclasped her revolver and tossed it harmlessly onto the bed. "There's no need to be hostile," she continued softly as she slid farther into the room, flanking the other side of the bed and lifting her goggles up, revealing piercing, pale blue eyes.<br/><br/>"Did you order room service, by the way? I wasn't aware that that was a, um... thing, here." Her voice was still distorted somewhat by the mask, but her tone of mild concern could be heard... if a power was destroying nightstorms, it could have somehow found her here. She shook those thoughts of self-importance out of her mind but kept her eyes on her pistol nonetheless.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>