" A pale blob appeared on the other side of the glass. Evrial yelped and jumped backward faster than a dog bit by a snake. Her calf caught on the edge of the bed, and she tumbled onto it.
“Good timing,” Amaranthe said.
“What?” Bewildered, Evrial stared at the porthole. Only on the second long look did she recognize the pale blob. It was Sicarius’s face—upside down. Amaranthe pointed to the porthole frame and mouthed something. Sicarius's head rose out of sight. Evrial rolled off the bed, embarrassed by her startled—and ungraceful—stumble.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Amaranthe said, “but I’ll have to let Maldynado know.”
“What?”“
That you are capable of shrieking. "

― Lindsay Buroker , Beneath the Surface (The Emperor's Edge, #5.5)