Whirling at the sound of his voice, irritated both by the fact that he had once more sneaked up on her, and the fact that she herself was to blame for not checking the room thoroughly. Her eyes automatically shift to the papers on the desk, but she does not drop her chin. "Normally yes, however when they are not where they are supposed to be the playing seems more...sinister."<br/><br/>When he mentioned the state of her dress a firey flush spreads across her cheeks as she hurriedly crossed her arms over her breast. Hurriedly she backed beside the fire place, hoping that without the firelight caste behind her, the shift would go back to covering her. If not appropriately, atleast modestly. Though her cheeks were reddened, the heat from her gaze matches the heat in her cheeks as she glared at him.