Ptricia grinned. "Light I can see, but not paltry, even if you are part poultry."<br/><br/>She looked over the refreshment table and her eyes lighted on a tray of dips. "I think you'd go well with the spicy barbeque. Don't worry, we don't need a room, I have my own ways of reforming someone, as Babs can attest. That reminds me, how are your new mods working out?"<br/><br/>"Perfectly, but I trigered my save point without knowing there was an active sarcophagus in the room." Babs shrugged.<br/><br/>"Uh oh, double trouble? Where's your spare?"