There's a long moment of silence, before she steps out of the bedroom. She wears the same tight, black catsuit she almost always wears, but, somehow, it seems to fit her even more appropriately. It's very clear she's not human; her head is that of a fox, and, while that's the only part of her visible, aside from the tails, it's clear she's covered head to toe in fur. Behind her, four fluffy, red tails, with white tips, dance in wary patterns, as she glowers at him, her emerald eyes hard and cold. She is, in fact, the same woman he'd fought before, and was clearly not pleased to see him. "You are a very annoying human, I will have you know," she says, in her lighter, intelligible accent.