Despite her own predicament, Beatrid managed a dry chuckle, even if it was a nervous, awkward one. "You say it like it'd bother me," she said, raising an eyebrow. Dress in a suit and tophat, complete with a cane? Not a problem. Hek had only known her a few weeks now, and quite a few of those weeks she'd been locked up in an infirmary because she'd had to go and get herself sliced up. Thus, he probably didn't know that, as it was, she always wore men's clothing, anyway, and never ever wore women's clothes. So, really, for her wearing something like that wouldn't be strange at all, even if she had never dressed so formally before. Anyway, it was just how she was, and she would die before she ever willingly put on a dress. Which...made this all the more strange. Hek was so willing to go through with this! Hmm...
Something to ponder.
Maybe he crossdressed in his spare time? After all, she hadn't seen much of him outside the infirmary, either. You never knew what someone did behind closed doors. Beatrid couldn't help but smirk a little; damn, this sucked, because she was finding it difficult to stay pissed off at the guy! That was certainly a first, because she usually derived a certain amount of not-so-guilty pleasure from tearing into someone, but the guy was such a weirdo that it was becoming hard to be much more than simply amused at the moment, Then again, the image of Hek decked out in a pink, frilly dress complete with lingerie beneath was just...great. The prospect of actually seeing it was almost worth the humiliation--worth it to the point that she was almost glad these rooms had no locks.
But that was her secret.
And she still intended on drawing out this little revenge of hers. Oh yes. She'd make Hek streak through the palace in nothing but his lingerie at the end of the night, even if she had to make him do it at gunpoint, bwahaha!
Ahem.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be your gentleman. Now get the hell outta here, already, lemme dress, and next time knock, will ya? Damn," she told him, screwing her face back up into a disapproving scowl, though her words lacked their usual bite. Mostly because she just wasn't angry anymore, so she just couldn't muster up the effort to pretend. Though, it did help some when Hek backed away rather than turn and walk out like a normal person, which meant he was probably doing it to bother her and stare at her half-clothed form more. The sicko. Glaring at him, though only half genuinely, she pressed her shirt firmly to her chest with one hand and grabbed a pillow with the other, cranking her arm back in preparation to chuck it at him, but that was when someone yelled loudly from outside the room about an assassin...and when Hek went and yanked the door open, and hid behind it, of course!
"SHUT THE GODDAMN DOOR!" Beatrid yelled as she dropped down behind the bed in case some assassin barged in, guns a-blazing, half panicked at the moment since she was not only half clothed but weaponless, as well. Shit! Too late for that, she'd glimpsed someone in black at the door just before she'd ducked. What was wrong with Hek?! You did not open a door if someone outside was yelling about assassins! Especially now that she knew all about her fellow Mordecai, Kuro's, lovely assassin clan shit and since she just-so-happened to have totally owned one of Kuro's rival assassins. Call her paranoid, but she wasn't stupid--that one guy had tried to kill her right off the bat because he obviously wanted to target Kuro's teammates to get to him or something, and since she'd gone the extra step and put that guy out of commission, well, it really wasn't much of a stretch to say they'd like to get revenge on her. That was how that worked, right? Right. It was predictable like that. Normally, she'd find that exciting, but since she had no gun and was shirtless, it really wasn't something she wanted to deal with at the moment.
Crouched on the other side of the bed, the side farthest from the door, she looked around quickly for something, anything, that she could use as a weapon. The only thing she found were her boots, but she snatched them up just the same and readied herself. They were pretty heavy and had some thick, hard soles--a well aimed boot could easily knock someone out! Boots in hand, she peered cautiously over the bed, and...and then she groaned.
Well, technically, it was an assassin. Just not the type she was expecting. Kuro was standing there with his knife out, and Hek was already walking out of the room past Kuro. Er...well...guess that was it, then. No real assassins.
Groaning, Beatrid pressed both hands to the top of the bed and rose to her feet to fix Kuro with an angry--but, though she'd never admit it, relieved--stare. "What the fuck are you doing?!" she demanded, jabbing a finger in his direction. "Shit! Are you trying to freak everyone the hell ou--shit! Get out! Out, Kuro, get out now!"
That had to be the part where she realized her shirt was no longer with her, but was laying on the ground where she'd dropped it in her search for weapons, since modesty wasn't exactly a top priority when danger was about. Her sentence ended in a yelp as she dropped back down behind the bed, mindless of her sore, scarring side, and wasted no time in yanking the shirt over her head. Backwards, no less, but she really didn't care.
That also had to be the moment where the palace guards, having heard Yones' yell, came onto the scene, weapons at the ready--though a general air of confusion soon replaced determination when all they found was not an assassin, but Kuro, dagger drawn, by Beatrid's room with Beatrid yelling at him to go away, and Hek over by Yones talking about not doing indecent stuff with Beatrid and offering to help the guy back to his room, all mother-hen like.
Yeah. Just a little weird.
Mordecai...
