<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10px;">The scientist stopped short of swooning at that smile and gave her husband a kiss. As their lips parted, she grinned at Adrian, "I'm sure you've heard, but did they tell you the death toll?" She didn't wait for him to answer, "Zero humans, and over three hundred fifty androids. Not to mention all the developmental technology." She looked pleased with herself. This side of her, the wild side that only seemed to come out at night, was obviously the real side of Sybil, the side her husband had fallen in love with, the side she liked of herself the best. Not that her quiet and scholarly side was a facade, because it wasn't. Sybil was just as much the quiet girl in the glasses as she was the renegade Ace of Swords. But her husband rarely saw that side, and if Sybil had slipped into it, she was usually too busy to notice she'd done it herself. She wasn't in her black Kevlar jumpsuit anymore. She'd taken a shower, and was wearing a fuzzy pink bathrobe, her wet hair pulled back from her face. No makeup, no shoes, just a smile. </span>