Zoya furrows her brows, taken aback. She doesn't school her expression despite doing her best to remain impartial to read while she tries to declutter the mess she's woken up naked into. It seems she continues to make a mess. There's a dragon joke to be made somewhere, but she's not the funny one regardless of which group figuration she's in.

All that's left for her is confusion, and that's easier to lean into than any other emotion.

"I'm sorry?"