She felt heavy on her feet, and still kind of dizzy. Though, she noticed, she was feeling just a little bit better from the walk up the stairs and everything, if still very tired. She caught herself yawning again, and looked down. She took off the heavy belt she had at her waist and let it drop to the floor. She’d left her circlet and anklet in Elisa’s glove compartment, she realized. She took off Elisa’s jacket and put it on the bed, then went on to take off her tunic and armlet, setting the armlet down on the nightstand, leaving only her bracelet on (she could take it off an remain human, but she would need it to become her gargoyle self again, so she always kept it on when she was like this). She looked down at the jacket on the bed and picked it up, putting it on again. It was comfortable and she felt chilled, even though it wasn’t cold here. She walked over to the window and opened the blinds. The window looked up at the building next to them, more apartments, some with lights on, some not, and above that she could see some of the sky, the moon nearly out of view.

Xanatos had irrevocably committed himself last night, very soon she would… react. She would hunt him, as she had been hunted. And there would be no Detective Maza there to come to his aide when she finally cornered him, she would make very sure of that. In the beginning, she had made an alliance with him when he’d come to her and told her that he knew her secret, as it was to their mutual benefit at the time and she’d wanted to get to know him to find out what his weaknesses were, and his plans, but he was greedy, as were most humans in her experience, and she’d known it only a matter of time before the alliance would run its course. The signs had been readily apparent in recent months, and she’d distanced herself from him and his interests, yet still, she honestly hadn’t thought he would take such a… direct approach.

Elisa had been right before though, that he would have had to have been relatively sure his attempt on her would work, otherwise, he would have to have known her reaction. Which would, of course, mean he would be expecting her retaliation when it came. Xanatos was cunning, even by human standards, so whatever action she took, she knew she would have to consider very carefully – preferably it should be something that even Xanatos would not expect of her. She signed wearily and turned away from the window. She was tired enough to sleep, though her thoughts now were somehow disquieted in a way she didn’t fully understand.