She leans boredly over some letters as she sits at her desk. The only source of light was a candle in front of her. If there was one thing she hated, it...was paperwork

She snorts in annoyance as she drops her head on the table in frustration...well, until she heard a small noise in the lower part of her property...

"You got to be kidding me..."

She mutters irritably in british before she takes out her flintlock and stands up... after all, as a Templar you never know