When you come up for air after the second rinse (the first not quite doing the job as needed), you find that Ingress is the one waiting for you in the folding chair, hands folded in her lap, a stern expression on her pretty face.<br/><br/><strong>"You present me with an interesting problem, Just Rudy."</strong>Her eyes harden.<strong>"I suspect Alice did more than merely give you a nice rack and your new ears and tail.  I've been speaking with an associate of mine and...how do I put this?  We suspect that she did something else.  For now, I will demand nothing more of you than resting and coming to grips with your new form.  But soon, we may have other questions for you."</strong><br/><br/>Her tone softens a little.<br/><br/><strong>"I will have to ask that you show patience with my staff.  They seem to respond poorly to your, ah, new nature.  Not that they have any cause for concern, I'm sure, but some things are baked in from the outset. Jealousy for someone more or less living at our expense without having to work for it is high on that list.  The idea that this is in part repayment due for my own error in judgment might not occur to them until later.  They can be somewhat childlike at times."</strong>She favors you with a cold smile.<strong>"And catty."</strong>