The girl narrowed her eyes and jammed the rapier smoothly into it's sheath.  "I just got the memo."<br/><br/>Her hands shook for half a moment, then her back straightened and she grabbed a towel.  "I'm not dressed for the end of the world."  She dried quickly, then managed a smile, "To what do I owe the save?"  She slipped past him and worked upstairs too her closet.  She shoved aside her normal clothing--woman's buisness suits and college girl chic, to pull out skin tight biker leathers.