Yanking back weakly before just giving it away, not wanting to get into a childish game of yank. Folding her arms over her supple chest to hide it, sitting there on the bed and crossing her legs as best as she can. Not at all happy about this. Getting woken up by some rude human in a hovel is not the best way to start a morning!<br/><br/>Not entirely sure in what he means by an artificer, but she is going nowhere without proper clothes!