Artie shouldn't have been surprised. Honestly, she should have expected her to be in the hallway when she arrived. So when she pushed open the door, her two accomplices behind her, her face grim, Artie felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
Watching her scan the room, scowl more when she saw no other person in the room besides Sir Mordred and Artie, she swiftly moved towards her. Aoife and Tiffany had a few articles of clothing in each of their hands, and also seemed to be in a bad mood. Or at the very least, worried.
"Why are there no guards on you right now?" Moira demanded, and Artie chuckled nervously.
"I…told them to focus on everyone else. No one would be able to attack me right now, and-" Moira's glare silenced Artie, and she glanced down.
