The patrons trickle back in, the catgirls put away that massive shotgun and a surprising array of nasty-looking improvised personal defense items and are again all smiles and playfulness. Ingress emerges from the back to greet you and although she maintains a professional air of dignity you can see the worry and relief in her eyes when she sees that you are not only okay but almost completely untouched. Firmly suggesting that you accompany her to her office for a debriefing does not bring any knowing twitters from the assembled kittens, which is what you'd expect. Instead, they more or less seem to close ranks to allow you passage and then run interference to allow the two of you to retreat.<br/><br/>Once inside her office with the door closed, she turns, grabs your face in both hands, and kisses you deeply.<br/><br/><strong>"This is only going to get worse,"</strong>she says as soon as she comes up for air.<strong>"But <em>damn</em>, that was impressive..."</strong>