Karl blinked hard. The voice behind him wasn't Leo's. It was too soft, too fluid, too... feminine.
Standing there was a fully naked woman, skin pale as porcelain, hair neatly tied back as though invisible pins still held it. Her posture was formal, her expression calm, her gray eyes empty of all emotion.
"Oh... it's you," Karl muttered, relief in his voice. "For a second I thought—" His eyes trailed down her figure. His brain froze. His jaw locked. "—were him."
She didn't flinch, didn't cover herself, didn't even look embarrassed. She stood at attention like she was still wearing her uniform.
"I am the executive under Sir Leo, my lord," she said smoothly. "He was the first one to wake up. He's on his way towards the fourth floor. He ordered me to assist you until his return."
Karl rubbed his face, groaning. "Right. Of course. You're calm. Completely naked, but calm. Great. Fantastic."
