She sighs harder, and glares at him, and opens her mouth to ask another question, when a voice calls out from beyond the hangar door, loud enough for all of them to hear. "Is that my grandson?!"<br/><br/>With a final tortured shriek, the door gives way, revealing a drop-dead gorgeous brunette woman, wearing an almost-ridiculous, and completely form-fitting, spandex outfit, complete with cape. She has a timeless beauty to her; she could be late twenties, she could be a very in-shape early forties, but whatever the case, she's perfect for making any male drool, and any woman jealous. "There you are, you worthless rat. You've been dodging my calls, haven't you?" she bellows, focusing in on Terry like a hawk.