[A. There's an unfamiliar voice on the grid today:] Alright. Prussia, front and center.

[B. For anyone who may be out and about, Lightning is sitting on a bench near city hall. She seems relaxed, and unarmed, as she watches the going-ons, but she still makes a face whenever a drone passes close by.]

Where's the target . . . ?

[After a minor wardrobe alteration, which included stealing whatever boots she finds in her house, Lightning is out and about town with a kitchen knife in hand. She may have been just running on your roof, or she might just be watching you from across the street. Either way, she is not pleased.]

Great. Just great.