Marguerite reached over for Percy only to find the bed vacant. "Bloody 'ell," she groanded moving to hide herself in her shift when she realized what she said and that she no longer had a shift on. Startling herself out of bed she looked down to find her bosom higher than she remembered, and dirtier too.

"Devil's work this be," she murmured finding a tattered skirt and boots? There was a coat too! Completely and totally confused she fixed her hat (which she also apparently had) and stormed out to find Percy and get some sort of explanation. Uncomfortable with this much cleavage she wrapped the coat around her and felt something cold and hard. Opening the coat she picked up the pistol that was stuck into her waist and heard yelling that sounded vaguely familiar. Two figures in sight, insulting each other and quite as disheveled as she---PERRCY!? Beaufort! Forgetting this entire issue of clothing and speech she stormed over taking the pistol in hand she raised it and shot it. "What be yous Squiffs doin'?!"