[At first there's nothing - and then there's a shot of bare leg before the device is lifted up and set on a counter. Poison steps back, twirling around excitedly; she's dressed in
this little number, and her hair has even been tamed a bit, as it's been straightened so that it falls over her shoulders, razored layers framing her face.]
I don't know where this came from, and I certainly don't know who left it here, but this dress is so bitchin'. I love it! Don't know why there's a mask with it...
[She steps out of eyesight for a few seconds, returning with a red version of
this mask on over her eyes.]
...but it's pretty bad, too. Whatever this latest craze is, I am on it! Hell of a lot better than the last one, anyway.