(Dump a water bucket of ice kn hos head after figuring out his boo cold sleep through a battle of guns and not notice a thing? Wel, foguraitbely. Obviously no one can do that but yknow....)

(Okay)

She snapped and a servant handed her a bucket. A very, very cold bucket. She dumped it on him

Newt kept awake with an earpietcing screech. "Zena! I told you n-oh." He registered it was not his little sister resorting to cold water buckets and instead his.....mistress? No employer. He liked that better. Much better.

He blushed. "Um, did I iversleep?"

She didn't respond, her arms folded over her chest, her foot tapping on the floor

Newt Quincy straightened his glasses and awkwardly half-grimaced. "I'm in trouble arent i?"

"Hmm," she said, all too pleasantly. "What do you think?"

Newt blinked, thought for a moment, then said, "Well, I didn't miss lunch so that's an improvement over the last three days."

"You haven't been here for the last three days, now have you?"

I"not here. Back at the family manor."

She kind of just stared, and not very nicely