Margaret’s red bottoms excessively tapped against the hardwood. Arms folded, her sour expression oversaw the disorder and chaos with much aversion. Like an angry mother, she vowed to straighten out the city later like it was a child misbehaving in public. Without her “extensions” notable crime syndicates like the Burnulogos family would seize the moment and gain capital. [color=#E273FF][i]“Bottom feeders. Every last one of them.”[/i][/color] She cursed them under her breath.

With Tristan's inquiry into the moonward spectacle, Margaret's slight nod to Howard ranked low in importance. Loose sheets of paper vigorously whirled around the room in a gust left from the speedster's departure. His signature white trail etched through the zigzag avenues and Seussian hills eastward. Just like that, he was gone to do who knows what.

[b][i]"I’m to assume he’s running harmless errands?"[/i][/b] Tristan’s voice notably lacked amusement.

Backing away from the window and twirling on her narrow heel, she joked about it, insisting the operative would learn about [color=#E273FF][i]"the extensive micromanaging Allure required in due time."[/i][/color]

With little time to go, the lights dimmed and she made her way behind a shoji screen. While Tristan brewed tea, her voluptuous silhouette popped out of her clothes and she began to change at a painstakingly slow pace.  

[color=#E273FF][i]“In that chic cabinet on the left is a particularly rare strain of tea gifted to me by the residents of Galdi Ik'raal. A rather peaceful planet, I should visit sometime soon. Would you believe that despite being sandwiched between two perpetually warring star systems, that for whatever reason, it remains untouched? It's somewhat hard to get to, making it quite the delicacy. Feel free to help yourself.”[/i][/color]

[b][i]“I’ll think about it.”[/i][/b] The operative replied, entertaining her small talk, knowing very well he would never do something so foolish.

[color=#E273FF][i]“This particular strand is oxidized under the planet's three intensely reflective moons and that only, as their leaves are sheltered during the day.”[/i][/color]

[b][i]“Mhhm.”[/i][/b] At this point, Tristan basically tuned her out. Eventually she finished changing but not before drowning him in rants about alien gossip he couldn’t imagine relating to. With Margaret’s black belted dress, tilted pillbox hat and birdcage fascinator, she was appropriately dressed for a funeral. Standing before the arch, she gave the operative a crocodile smile.

[color=#E273FF][i]“Let’s begin shall we.”[/i][/color]