Xaviers!

While Doom is fast approaching with Jez in tow, Nika has shaken off what sedation they'd put her under after they fished the bullet out of her shoulder and patched her up. The moment the realization of what happened cuts through the anesthetic haze she shoots out of bed, yanking off the pulse monitor in the process which results in a lot of angry beeping and a nurse rushing into the room as Nika is busy pulling out her IV drip and various stuff that's tethering her to the hospital bed. The poor nurse's objections fall on deaf ears and advancing on her only makes a pen, the torn off end of the IV and other bits hang threateningly in the air while she pulls on her pants and steps in her boots, throwing off the hospital gown to shrug on her dress shirt, not bothering to button it right now as she gathers the rest of her belongings.

And that's when the Monarch and Supreme Leader of Latveria walked through the door, flanked by the the hussy who had stolen Katarina's heart! An insidious alliance!

And just like that any remaining drowsiness along with any planning is flushed out of her body by a generous helping of adrenaline. Doom. With Jez in tow. Visitor's badge. Here officially. Either browbeat or convinced Jez. Last thing she needed right now. Could be a decoy. Treating him as a decoy is a surefire way to get yourself killed for lack of respect or being caught off-guard. Never, ever underestimate Victor von Doom.

Her train of thought ends with her whole body tensing up like a steel cable and her suspended ammunition one by one dropping to the floor as she has to force herself to relinquish her power's grip on it one by one, which is the exact opposite of what her gut tells her to do.

"Doom." she says, managing to press equal measures of respect and disdain into that single syllable.

"Bodyguard," Doom replied, with the air of someone who wanted it to appear like he couldn't even be bothered to remember her name. "I see you still live."

"Yes." Honored and terrified he's aware of my existence. "Considering my duty I have to ask: Was Her Highness abducted on your orders?"

"I would have, if the Princess hadn't decided to eschew her safety and insisted on more time to herself." she says in a tone that makes it abundantly clear it wasn't time 'alone'. The brief glare past Doom at Jezabelle doesn't help.

Jez was learning not to speak unless spoken to when it came to Dr. Doom. It's not like he was the kind of guy you wanted to make small-talk with. Still she crossed her arms and glared back at Nika, her expression suggesting that now was not the time to open that can of worms. Not with the current audience.

"For Katarina? Always."

"And this is all motivated by neighborly concern for her Highness?" Nika asks dubiously as she finishes buttoning up her shirt.

Jez held her tongue still. She'd fill Nika in on what she needed once she was certain that she wasn't going to interrupt Dr. Doom.

"No, but it would be presumptuous of me to assume to know what the Great Doom wants." To her credit, she manages to keep any sarcasm out of her voice. She's no diplomat, but there's a reason why 'Facing Doom 101' is an actual class anybody with any rank in the Symkarian military gets to sit through.

Jez subtly moved closer to Nika, intending to whisper to her once Doom decided he was ready to go.

Doom strode through the door, dramatically.

Well, at least he had learned to use the door.

Jez leaned in toward Nika in an effort to try and be unheard by Dr. Doom as she followed.

"For the record, this was NOT my idea."

"Well, yes. But if I get too far away I'm gonna go poof." Jez clarified. "And I'm gonna need some new clothes. People in Symkaria don't dress like this, do they?" She asked, referring to her jeans and hoodie.

"Alright, alright, let's get you some of Katarina's clothes." Nika relents as they follow Doom to the dorm.