She finally woke up, hearing swearing in some odd tongue. Alisa yelped, flipping over to her side and looking at Irina, as she rubbed her red on black eyes. Her hair was a mess, and she looked like she had a rough night.
"Mais, chere... you gave mah a scare! Nick's sleepin' in de Workshop... he gave mah his key to sleep here, so ah wouldn' be cold..." She spoke without stuttering, not something the Champions were familiar with. "Why do you look angry?"
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