Martin K(nife) Blackwood

Weren't you JUST talking about it? Oh, you Lonely types are so forgetful.

[She gives a long, obnoxiously obvious wink. She tosses her hair back over her shoulder, and it ripples in hypnotic patterns, drawing the attention almost involuntarily.]

The way I see it, you're suffering from just a ~little~ too much truth. I am just the gal for the job. You can hardly handle a wild shindig like the Unknowing literally blind, after all.

[She gives Tim a bright, glittering look under her lashes, throwing a stage whisper that everyone hears.] Pay attention, cutie, this is your first monster with their first agenda. See! Not SO bad.