Breaking away from her brotherly reunion, Kat quietly slipped down the side hall to the powder room. Once there, she locked the door. She looked in the mirror and saw a mawkish-looking charwoman, hair up in a dowdy cap, glasses perched on her nose. As she lifted the cap, the mousey coloured hair went with it to reveal a long braid coiled on top. It swung free down her back as she shook out her bangs/fringe. Grasping the top velcro fastening of her peasant's blouse, she ripped it away, her skirt attached. Underneath she wore black cotton pants, a black turtleneck, and black Ninja shoes. She picked up her broom, opened the closet and put it away. In its stead, she came away with a long sword, unsheathed. Now, Mssr. Mad-ee-zone, let us see what yew do wi' dis she thought in her affected French accent. She cast out with her mind's eye, wondering if that big lug of a Bro of hers was ready..he'd done a good job of faking their enstrangement.Ah, haha..zo, zer yew are...ready or not...here I comb!

With that, she sprang out the door, raced down the hallway, leaped into the center of the dance floor, screaming at the top of her lungs, "Tout vient a point a qui sait attendre, Mad-ee-zone*! Now, yew are mine!" She started slashing the air in the detective's direction...La Madame Tension mounted her revenge campaign!


* everything comes in time to him who knows how to wait