[Look who's back after yet another
crazy meltdown. She's coming back from the hub, soaking wet, grinning like a madman. Ester is up on her shoulder since she can't seem to stop swishing her tail back and forth.
She's set her affairs in order, and may be plotting the death of a certain all mighty director again. It's also possible that a good deal of he progress certain humans have made in making her slightly more tolerant has been completely thrown out the window.
But for now, she plans on celebrating the fact that she is alive, and that she is going to die. So it's off to the lounge, not bothering to dry off of get changed, to have a few drinks.]