"Twenty eight earth time units .. seconds!" a female voice said, cheerful, "And you're not even geared up. Ohw, and you ran out of ice cream."<br/><br/>Sitting on the kitchen counter was a female, wearing one of the white robes that came with the Vanguard Headquarters base, a white towel wrapped around her hair, with light furred nuzzle and slitted eyes that almost reflected the light red, legs crossed and one delicate hand resting on the counter, the other throwing the empty bucket towards Barbara with a gentle swirling spin.<br/><br/>The rest of the kitchen was also quite the mess, empty milk bottle, another empty icecream tub, the cutting board out. Bread left out to dry out. And a vague smell of burned meat.