Not!warts. Lunch Lady God and her nameless, bald-headed colleague beat back the horny idiots attempting to maul Lady Godiva as the douchebag responsible for the latter's appearance babbles out an apology to Raige for the spell. Raige, lying, assures "Duncan" that she knows he didn't mean to conjure Godiva, and urges him to tell her exactly what happened, and fast. Duncan panics something unhelpful. Raige is stunned and more than a little delighted to learn she's in the presence of Lady Godiva, like, you dim bitch. A naked woman on a horse suddenly appears in the middle of the room at Not!warts, and you didn't recognize her until this little sphincter told you who she was? What the fuck ever. Raige gets over herself long enough to order Douchebag Duncan to send Godiva back. Douchebag Duncan flails that he doesn't know how to do that. Godiva, meanwhile, dismounts off-camera and retreats to a corner of the room, covering herself with a handy piece of fabric. Raige assaults one of Not!warts professors, stripping the woman of her robe while promising to have the thing dry-cleaned as Q looms over her to shove an accusatory finger in her face. "Is that who I think it is?" he steams. "Pretty impressive use of magic, huh?" Raige bright-sides. Q's not having it for all of the anticipated "you don't fuck with history" reasons, but Raige vows that she has the situation well in hand. Q unleashes an exasperated sigh and vanishes from the frame as Raige bolts to Godiva's aid. For some stupid reason, the horny idiots who had been completely ignoring Lunch Lady God decide to pay attention when Raige demands that they disperse. Lunch Lady God should smite each and every one of their worthless asses for such a wanton display of disrespect. Lady Godiva, meanwhile, finally gets in her first lines of the evening, and naturally they're things like "Where am I?" and "What is this place?" delivered in a pitifully bad faux British accent. Also, she's for some reason speaking entirely comprehensible modern English despite the fact she was just sucked forward through time nearly a thousand years from the Coventry of 1040. I hate this show. Raige attempts to calm the addled blonde as she wraps Godiva in the professor's purloined black robe. Spectral Maury Sterling watches this transpire with a puzzled yet somehow menacing expression on his face.