It was unexpected. Well, not too unexpected. Perhaps, it was just a bit more sudden than expected. That seemed reasonable to think. No. No. It was unexpected. No-one expected to be called upon at dinnertime, after all - summoned from one's own world and one's own time into that of another's. Looking around, the one called Archer frowned.

[color=goldenrod]'[i]This again?[/i]'[/color] she sighed in her thoughts, wiggling the meat bone in-between her lips. There were others, already here. Servants. Masters. She was late. That was no good. [i]Where did she go? To who did she go?[/i] As she scanned, her eyes fell upon one... [color=goldenrod]'[i]He looks so curious, so afraid. Of me, perhaps?[/i]'[/color] she wonders, amused. [color=goldenrod]'[i]How curious, he's but one eye that functions.[/i]'[/color]

Amused, she stepped over to him, and dropped her bare ankles; a mess of crimson hair flowing around her, covering bare shoulders, and framing her soft, smiling face. [color=goldenrod]"Hello, sir,"[/color] the redhead says, [color=goldenrod]"Are you to be my Master?"[/color]