"As long as you don't mind that I'm still with Babs and likely to remain that way, and have the occasional change of diet while you're out on tour." She sighed. "Heck, if you think they're worth a nibble, bring some of them over for dinner."<br/><br/>She snuggled up to him as much as possible, her distended stomach gurgling comfortingly as she digested Chris and Babs's old bodies.<br/><br/>&&&<br/><br/>Ptricia examined the papers, shifting back to humanoid and sitting at her work desk to do so. Of course this meant her nightdress, which was only meant to cover her upper half in sphinx form, changed with her, and barely reached below her waist. However, the swivel chair at her work desk was well padded, so the lack of anything below, except, of course for Ptricia herself, didn't really phase her. After about 10 minutes, she looked up. "Very interesting. So this is what you were doing upstairs rather than coming down to help us in the secret base..."<br/><br/>She suddenly looked up, and realised Babs was still there. "Ohhhh! Darn!"<br/><br/>"Hey, don't worry, my lips are sealed... well except for when you need them to be otherwise... both sets." She giggled at her own single entendre.<br/><br/>"Grr... well if you're going to be keeping quiet about stuff, you should know enough to understand why." She proceeded to outline the nature of the Purgers, and their hard on for Chris, and the plan to neutralise them via getting signed up by Repulse Records. "So our scheme last night was in the nature of reconnisance. But our part went less well than I'd hoped, the escape at least. That's when we could really have used some ninja support. "