Lancer too stumbles through the house, half fatigued and half wanting to tear something apart. He has to get to his mistress, but he doesn't know if she's even here. After all, this entire place might just be a dream.

He stops in his tracks when he hears a voice. Unlike the whispered snatches or general clamor ringing at his ears, this one is clear, though strangely echoing.

"How about you come out first? Unless you're an Assassin, you shouldn't hide in the shadows like some coward!"

For the moment, he doesn't even notice the inconsistency in his own speech.