A minute ago Claudia Jensen had been in the shower. Her day had been boring until she fell of her horse during Equestrian Studies, and unfortunately for the bluenette she had managed to fall right into a mud puddle. The silver lining was that it had been her last class of the day and she'd been able to trudge straight back to the dorms so that she could get the mud out of her hair, and ears, and from under her nails.

On her way back to the dorms she was stopped by more than one teacher, expressing worry about her current apathy towards her school work. She was still passing, but she didn't seem as enthused as she had been only a few weeks before. Claudia did her best to explain, but it wasn't like she could tell them she was part of a secret organization that was trying to stop magical girls and boys in skirts from taking over the world. Or that it was hard to focus on Calculus when she kept replaying the image of Sailor Coccyx's beaten in head over and over in her mind. It wasn't so much she had felt bad about killing the senshi (she knew if the tables were turned the senshi wouldn't have hesitated), but it was that she had made such a mess doing it. The blood and brain matter had been nauseating and she'd had nightmares about the gore.

By the time she had reached her dorm the mud had dried to her skin, hair, and uniform and she wasn't as happy as she had been when she had woken up. One fact that did cheer her up though was that her crystal and phoenix feather were safe in the pouch she had made for them. She took the two items everywhere she went, she didn't know what the crystal did yet or how to use it, so she didn't want anyone to find it, and the feather just gave her a sense of comfort. She had daydreamed about riding on the back of the dragon youma a lot since it happened, only in her day dreams senshi hadn't been trying to kill her.

It was with a sigh that she stepped into the small private bathroom attached to her room (her parents were generous in their donations to the school), pulling her uniform off. The pouch with the crystal and the feather were wrapped in a wash cloth and then sat on one of the shelfs of the shower caddy that hung from the shower head. She had figured out if she wrapped the bag even if some water got on it the double layer of protection would keep the contents from getting wet.

She was nearly done with her shower, she had just turned off the water, and picked up the washcloth wrapped pouch when she felt a tug and that was the only warning she had before she was pulled into the subspace.

A minute ago she had been showering, now she was standing in front of General Queen Tanzanite. It took the bluenette a moment to realize that she was standing in front of the General Queen dripping wet, and naked. When the realization dawned on her her face turned tomato red and she tried to make words but only a squeak came out. In a panic she did the only thing she could think of and that was to power up. In seconds Zanazziite was standing there, still dripping wet, but much to her relief no longer naked.

Still clutching the pouch in her hand she fell to her knees in front of Tanzanite, lowering her head. Oh god, was she in trouble? She really hoped she wasn't in trouble. She wasn't sure what she had done to get herself into trouble, but she wouldn't be surprised if she had done something and forgotten it.

"General Queen Tanzanite." Her voice was soft, with a hint of a question to it. It was the first time she had met anyone higher ranking than a General and she wasn't sure how she was supposed to act, even if she had met Tanzanite before. She was erring on the side of caution and going with reverent instead of casual.

Should she ask why she was here? No, Tanzanite would tell her soon enough, if she felt the need to. Honestly, if Zanazziite hadn't been so scared of having done something wrong she would have already been asking questions about her crystal, and about youma, and especially about the dragon youma.

Violet eyes flicked upwards catching sight of Arm. The Lieutenant couldn't help but smile then, even through her embarrassment and fear of being punished. The sight of Arm put her at ease and it took all her will power not to get up and get reacquainted with the youma limb. The bluenette managed to keep herself from getting up, but she couldn't stop the small wave of fingers towards Arm.