[h3]Sister Phoebe Miriam - Church convent[/h3]

Sister Phoebe's sense of unease dissapated more as the dark mist surrounding her Servant disappeared, and she couldn't help but blush faintly as he removed his helmet.  If he was who they had intended to summon, then of course he would've had to be handsome, but still...

"Ah... Saber..." Confirmation of his class helped alleviate her fears, as... Well, there was only one class he could possibly be summoned into, wasn't there?  It seemed like the summoning had gone off without any problems, and so the white nun breathed as sigh of relief.  However, this was soon replaced with a puzzled expression as the knight claimed that he could not use his sword just yet, and required a replacement.  "I apologise, Sir Saber, but we are but simple, peaceful nuns and thus have no-"

A loud clank echoed through the room as Sister Alicia dropped what looked like a sword handle on the floor.  Another followed, as Sister Lucia retrieved a spiked mace from her robes, and yet another as Sister Katherine threw out several hatchets.  With a look of shock on her face, Phoebe turned to Sister Silvana, who somewhat sheepishly disarmed herself of two handguns, an automatic rifle, about ten grenades and a machete.

"Um... Well, um... I s-suppose we, um, we do have... Um... Anyway, we should, um, probably go see the, uh, the overseer and make this... Official, and, um..."  Noticing the sour look on a few of her fellow nuns' faces when she mentioned the overseer, she felt it was probably better to leave them behind and just go with Saber.  After all, Lucia and Silvana especially didn't seem overly fond of the overseer for some reason.  "Come, Saber, um... Um, let us make, um, haste." Sighing once more, she turned and left the room, heading towards the woman the church had chosen to act as adjudicator for this grail war...