[She greets in him rolled-up jeans and a short-sleeved shirt - practically unheard of for her, and it's easy to see why: in addition to the half-healed cuts and scrapes from Silent Hill, twisty, shiny-pink burn scars twine around the skin of her arms and legs. She's also wearing a bright read cape made of something synthetic and heavy, at least six inches too long for her, with a distinct, dark bloodstain in the middle of it.]

Welcome to the cookie lair! Today's evil plot: diabetes for everyone.

[Despite the silliness, there's a little bit of a manic gleam in her eye.]