"Why yes; Dr. Elisabeth Inoue, specialty in Magical Threats and Theory.  Charmed to meet you." she said, nodding and performing a bit of a bow in her seat "And no, no 'Mr.' Inoue, but there<em>is</em>a Mrs. Musubi Inoue, my lovely wife and the 'father' of my child, if you will.  You saw her earlier when you went into her room; she has her mother's ears and tail, and my hair and eyes... what a lovely girl; almost wish I could carry another one of her..."<br/><br/>She sighed, a pure look of happiness in her eyes, but with a laugh the smirk is back, and she's readdressing Trish.<br/><br/>"Oh, and no,<em>I</em>didn't hack your eyes; that would be my wife's doing.  She hacked your reaction enhancers too." she stated, offhandedly "She's a technomancer, and a prodigy of one too.  More of a gift for her though; her true talent is as a ballerina, but even so I'm sure she would be<em>more</em>than capable of causing your internal commlink's processor to overheat, catastrophically fail, and blow up inside your brain, not quite<em>killing</em>you, but blinding you and reducing you to a gibbering mess trapped inside your own mind..."<br/><br/>She let that sink in, chuckled some more, and leaned forward to look Trish right in the eyes.<br/><br/>"Luckily for you, my wife doesn't like to look into people's lives, invade privacies, which is why she hasn't hacked your commlink and gone through<em>all</em>of your personal life." she stated, still smirking but her eyes... her eyes are boring into you it would seem "That means if you start<em>talking</em>, you might just give me reason to let you live, because I have<em>no</em>qualms about ripping through your mind with my magic, pulling<em>all</em>of your details out by force, and I promise you that when I'm done, you'll have less of a mind than a<em>ghoul</em>, so last time: tell me what you were doing here."