Upon arriving back at her manor, Valerie wasted no time in heading to her hidden lair dedicated to The Countess. Specifically, her workshop where modifications and upgrades were applied to her bodysuit. She turned on the lights and the circular platform in the center of the room spun to life, lighting up a computer monitor that began displaying numerical data. Her bodysuit was in a closet of sorts, though it was a closet that had some manner of technological devices coursing through its internal designs. Valerie stood over the circular monitor, her fingers gingerly tapping a few keys. 

"Not even going to change out of your social clothes?" Came Nicky's voice from the entrance to the workshop. "It's late, Countess," Nicky knew the rules. In the lair, she was referred to as Countess. "And unless you were planning on doing some nefarious deeds tomorrow, you can wait on adding the upgrade to the suit. It needs to go to your optics anyway. If I were you, I'd look into a cute pair of glasses to modify. I'm sure your new nurse friend would find you irresistible in glasses. Maybe she's got a thing for that. Like you have a thing for -"

"Shut it, Nicky." Countess shot back. The details of her 'things' remained hers and hers alone, and Nicky would not mention it. "I'm not adding the infrared tonight. I'm gathering the data from my fight today."

"Oh, Countess, what would you do without me?" Nicky stepped forward and tossed a small binder on top of the circular monitor. "I went ahead and got all that data while you were out exploring the world of singles socialization. Of course, once I get more info on your nemesis the data will be better. But for now, I think you'll be glad to know that the only real damage today was pride." 

"Pride? Nicky, please, I've been doing this villain thing for years. Ending things on a draw does nothing to hurt my pride. The fact that she let me go just proves that she's bound by morals just like every other idiot in spandex. But, on that matter, I'm going to need you to keep as many press away from the Statue of Liberty as you can." Valerie pressed a button on the circular monitor and it hummed off. She picked up the binder and cradled it under her arm.

"I'll need a date, but that's fine. Indulge my curiosity?" 

"I intend to show Stripper Girl that you can't save everyone." 

"I see. And what's the point in that? I thought you were above meaningless displays of villainy." 

"Because, Nicky, I feel like making a statement. Get some sleep. And tell a servant to wake me up at seven thirty." 

Nicky offered a friendly bow as The Countess walked past, leaving the workshop behind. She hit the lights on her way up and entered her room. It was quite bare considering the fact that she was living in luxury. A simple queen sized bed. A television mounted on the wall. A connected bathroom. Carpeting. A workdesk pressed against a wall. There was a poster of [url=http://static.wetpaint.me/castle/ROOT/photos/5AngieHarmon--1827260620895707929.jpg]a policewoman[/url] hanging above her bed. 

Valerie tossed the binder onto her bed, entered her bathroom, and showered and cleaned herself. Stepping out of the bathroom in her sleeping attire, she picked up the binder, turned on the television for white noise, and before she could finish the report, she was asleep.