DISCLAIMER: (A/N: see chapter 1 for proper disclaimer)
Galahad's POV
I had just gotten out of the shower and was about to change into whatever clothes Roxie had gotten for us when I saw a younger-looking woman holding what seemed like something that Roxie had told all of us as another weapon in the future: a gun. I saw her eyes widen slowly and her face flush red in embarrassment. She closed the door, leaving me completely confused. Right away, I poked my head out of the joint bathroom, asking if the girl was all right, and saw that she wasn't looking all too well. Behind me came Tristan, Gawain and Lancelot, who were listening in from the other room. Somehow, Tristan saw the whole thing from where he was located, even though he looked like he hadn't seen all of it.
What we had not anticipated was the newcomer to faint. Tristan and I caught the girl as Lancelot and Gawain fell to the floor, trying to get out and help us as well. Tristan asked Lancelot to get a rag with cold water for the fainted woman. I glanced at the woman and noticed that she looked like the Woad sorceress, Morgana. The only difference I saw with this woman was that she had shorter, uneven hair length and highlights of a beautiful red color in her hair and she had a tattoo of a black crescent moon and four-pointed star on her inner right forearm.
I turn my head to see Tristan's face all pale. Of course, this had me a bit startled to see Tristan's face show any emotion, let alone turn pale.
"You all right, Tris?" I asked with a concerned look on my face, nonetheless.
"Just peachy…" was all Tristan replied as Lancelot returned with a cold, wet rag.
Tristan took the rag and placed it on the woman's forehead. Soon, she was regained consciousness.