Vera's too distracted with her quarry and too arrogant to note the man who's entered the room until it is far, far too late. The shock of cold immediately gets her attention just before the room is covered in frost and snow, her sight entirely masked. But she sees someone near her pack and that's enough.

"Hey!" she shouts through the storm, though that's little enough to help her. Rushing forward, she gets to her bag and nearly stumbles over it in her blindness. It's open, of course, and she can already see what's missing; the Rose is hard to disguise inside of her bag, the memories of its owner and the night she received it still lingering every time she sees it.

And someone's taken it.

Her hand dives into the bag to grab the Blade of Woe, quickly shoving it into her belt as she rushes out the door, looking for whomever's made off with her artifact. She's never used it, has never wanted to, but it doesn't matter. No Daedric artifact should be in the possession of some stranger. It's not theirs to bear and it's too dangerous to be lost. She's rushing out after him even before she has the chance to gather her wits, shoulder colliding with the side of the door when she can't see through the storm.

But the hall is clear and she puts that to her advantage as she races to follow the thief.