{Present Day, Mt. Decima,
Higher-Class Residential District 9 PM}
While laying on the floor, on top of a laid out red sleeping bag, Isfet's IceEye flutters open. She doesn't have an eyepatch over her instinctively closed left eye socket.
Not worried about waking up in an unfamiliar area, the breathtaking, one eyed woman carefully sits up and wipes underneath her nose.
Flakes of dried blood stick to her hand and sleeve.
There is a sudden female voice heard in the corner of the room, but it doesn't startle the cool, calm, and collected Isfet.
Bethany(chuckles): "Mornin'..."
Isfet slowly turns her torso, to see the notoriously promiscuous HFF soldier, sitting on a desk, her left foot on the accompanying chair.
While resting her right foot on her left knee, Bethany is carefully painting her toenails. There is a cotton ball between each one of her toes.