She didn't respond to the joke, just smiling instead.  It wasn't until she knew the locations of everything she would need that she bothered retrieving her dress and donned it, sheer as it was making it practically a formality.  Funny humans and this strange thing of 'modesty'...<br/><br/>Regardless, she knew where to find the library to possibly research her potential targets, the cults, and the nature of this phenomenon.  Would she get anything?  She wasn't sure, but she would try, and the spymaster should be contacting her at some point.  That or she would soon be going out to find that darn futa herself...