Once the transformation turning Claudette into Queen Bee was complete she allowed herself a moment to gather herself. It never failed, each time she transformed the odd feeling that lingered after the magic had done its work left her feeling a bit odd. But after the odd feeling wore off and she felt rather powerful in her gold and black suit. However, even as powerful as she felt in the skin tight suit, there was always a lingering awkwardness there to accompany it. Perhaps because she was still new to the whole gig. Hopefully the awkwardness would pass, and she would be as well, miraculous as Ladybug and Cat Noir. This new threat, that was more than just a petty jewel thief, was the perfect place to start. Once Queen Bee gained her bearings she grabbed the weapon that had come with the suit, a bow with which she stung her foes something fierce. Her aim was slightly atrocious but when she heard people shouting in joy at the sight of Paris' two well known heroes she knew that for this one time, it would be okay. Where she messed up they would be able to defend and save Paris, as usual. Now, she just had to make sure that she didn't hit one of them instead of the villain. With that in mind she leapt out of her abandoned hallway and into fray. Her now seemingly bug-like eyes widened when she saw what it was they were facing. A ghostly akuma victim? Queen Bee did not sign up for this. But now wasn't the time to run away frightened. She watched as a new hero entered the scene (one she wasn't entirely familiar with, but had seen a few times helping the other two) and attempt to attack the akumatized victim. When her attack failed Claudette had to feel a little disheartened. What could they possibly do to stop something they couldn't even touch apparently? Meanwhile, the ghostly villain laughed at the attempts of Princess Peacock. How foolish they were to try and stop her! Especially when they wouldn't be able to land a finger on her, she thought. Joining her own thoughts soon after, was one everyone dreaded to hear. The voice of Hawkmoth echoed in Mistress Spectre's head. "Quite fooling around!" he scolded. "And get me there miraculouses!"