When Kara next emerged, broad shouldered but curvey in skin tight black leathers, she was fasteling a utility belt around her waist.  Her rapier was clipped to it.<br/><br/>"Jokes aren't four hours rotten, sir.  I don't know who you are, or what Umbrella has to do with what's going on, but I'm ready to fight my own fights now.  That means I'm ready to listen.  I'm Kara by the way," she held out a hand to shake.