Ptricia was not slow, and came in with percussion on the second 'stomp stomp clap' she let it run out the 8 bars of intro as the club joined in.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>He winked at Ptricia. "Vocals!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>She obliged, kicking in a little something she'd been saving for just such an occasion. Her outfit included a choker collar, which was the latst form of a little doodad she'd put together back when she was still guarding pyramids. It didn't exactly make her voice louder, it just made it carry. Massively useful for calling out warnings to trespassers.<br/><br/>'Lady you look yummy, tummy,<br/>growls and I decide, gonna to hunt you and make you prey...'