I doubt I'd find that a very likely--

[Wait. She'd noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt, but...those pants are white. And of a very distinct design. New Feather. Oh, crap.

She immediately sheathes her blades (still holding the staff they make up, though - don't try anything funny!) and scrambles out of bed, whereupon she stands there gawking in the enormous t-shirt she sleeps in.]

You're a New Feather. And you woke up here? Gods, I didn't need this this morning...