Arturia didn’t like the thought of anyone limiting her in anyway and liked the thought even less that she had been violated in such a way while she slept. She tightened her grip on the microscope slightly as her lips formed a tight frown.

She almost missed Gaius’ question, “I do not mind.” She didn’t have much in the way of powers anyway. “I have a sword and armor which I am usually able to summon at will,” she made a motion with her hand, as if it would work this time. “I also have an affinity to wind,” she didn’t quite know how to explain how she used that magic so she left it at that.

“It is not anything special,” she didn’t have the magic of a mage or anything like that. Her reliance was mainly on her weapon and her scabbard, and without either she felt a little out of sorts. Avalon had been stolen from her once before and it spelled her end, she briefly wondered if that’s what the denizens of this ship desired for all of them.