Zimmy pulled the rough blanket tighter around her. She'd woken up cold as all hell. Try as she might, she couldn't get the cold to leave her. Her best guess was either that she had contracted a nasty illness from that mattress, or that she was suffering the consequences of getting so close to Mist Burn last night.

The thoughts in her head didn't help either. Some small fragment of her laughed. [i]Wow, the witty, quippy, Zimmy Morander, brought so low and...silent. What a whelpybitch.[/i] Still other parts of her felt perfectly justified at taking it easy: she had consumed an absolutely mad amount of alcohol yesterday, then infused her very being with magical might. Drunk magic was even worse than drunk science, no matter what anyone said.

And then there was the whole RCI thing. The sleep she'd gotten hadn't made her feel any better about the situation. It was just...suspicious. And she couldn't shake the feeling that they were watching her. That was what shadowy organizations did, right? So she'd left the bracelet, and her phone, in the room when she'd woken up. Then she'd stepped outside, sworn colorfully, went back inside, and grabbed the blanket.

She should tell them about the bracelet. It was obviously important in this situation. But if it really was some top secret Rassvet intelligence organization, and she just bandied about their secrets, what would happen then? She doubted they'd be too pleased with her.

Then talk turned to their next plan, and Zimmy perked up slightly. Orestia? Something in her shied away from that: they'd come out on this trip to avoid the Citadel, hadn't they? No, it wasn't that, it was the stupid bracelet again. She sighed.

"I'm gonna come out and say something that...nobody here should repeat, on pain of death. Meaning, I'll kill you if you do, in your sleep, with a fishhook." She looked at the foreign princess. "As much as I like you, Colette, you're going to have to step away for this one." Zimmy waited patiently until it was just WARDEN around the stove.

"I...uh, when I graduated, a shadowman came up to me and asked me to join a Rassvet intelligence group. He calls it Rassvet Collections Institution. Does that ring a bell to anyone?" She forged ahead to finish her story before they started talking again. "The guy contacted me last night and started asking about the Palatine. They weren't asking about us, [i]specifically[/i], but I was suspicious of it. And now we have no idea what to do. I figured keeping it to myself is a bad idea."

She pulled the blanket close again. "I'm a shitty spy, aren't I? She chuckled dryly, a tiny smile on her lips. "I just don't think I'm willing to go against my gut here, you know? Unless one of you know what this agency is for sure, I'm worried that I might have stumbled into a big conspiracy, or something." She sighed. "My vote's on the Archives, by the way."