The world of possible infinite variety that might lie behind those doors was one she had yet to explore, but there was no question that the thought was enticing. Pity that Dot wasn't then around to explore with her, not that she had ever flinched from the prospect of taking up adventures alone. Or that sweet Dot wasn't more often than not dragged in semi-reluctance into her own adventures. Loyal and courageous as Dot was in her own way, she never went motoring without her knuckles going white on the dash or the protection of her own seatbelt.

Once the mask was removed and her estimation that what lay under the mask was as striking as what had been left unconvered was proven to be exactly correct, she reached up and back to undo the tie in her own mask, pulling the delicate wiring away from her face to lay out carefully on the tabletop. "Certainly not if I can help it," she replied. "I don't believe I would do at all well in a quiet life. Far too much to see and do for that."

"I'm a Lady Detective, actually."