<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LeoirZOHjZI/TpbrUMqp-nI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/QBqdFHi8zsk/s1600/Morena+Baccarin.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>Barbara glanced over at Shadu for just a moment before pulling out her cellphone and flipping through her contacts list coming to the realisation she had way too many on there. Some she wouldn't even call friends. <br/><br/><strong>"You know I don't have the president on speed dial right? I might be a socialite but even I know I'm not that popular to sip margaritas with the president."</strong><br/><br/>She pinches the bridge of her nose thinking how many low-key villains lining up outside the door wanting a pardon if they offered their services. <br/><br/>"I'll work with the North American side, gathering and collecting names, good and bad. God help me the headache I'm going to get from doing this...and Shadu? My fridge in the lab. Vanilla flavour. Go knock yourself out."</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/></tt></span></span></div>