Ptricia's mouth drops open. Her face is a picture, one that's probably found in the Necronomicon. She goes helps Reizu up.<br/><br/>"I knew about the telekinesis, but telepathy too? Mind control powers... I give up." She shakes her head, and carries the box downstairs. When she comes back, she's in sphinx form, she's back to normal clothing.<br/><br/>She walks out onto the TV 'couch', a 10 by 15 foot bed with several massive bolsters scattered around, and measures her length on it, sitting like a lion statue outside New York public library.<br/><br/>"Budge up, and let me get comfortable. Now this reminds me why I'm not allowed to visit London for the next 25 years. It was just a practical joke. I mean, it's not like I didn't replace the bloody statue in Trafalgar square, at my own expense! And washing the grey paint off my fur took days!"