Saber turned to look at the young man who called out to her. The cold look in her eyes told him better than any words could that she didn't appreciate being called "babe." His poor attempt at a pick up had the exact opposite effect on her, evoking her fury instead of her favor.

"You..." she started, ready to give him a piece of her mind, before her iron-clad will reigned in her anger. "I'd prefer it you thought of me as a knight instead of a woman," she answered in a totally serious, and slightly threatening, manner. The only man who had ever touched her heart was Shirou. Even now he had a special place in her heart, but it wasn't the time to be reminiscing about a former love.

"I heard from another individual that we're all prisoners of this institution, and that things change during the nightshift." Perhaps this young man had some of the answers she was seeking. At least she hoped he did. Her tolerance had its limits.