"Catalina what're you doing?"

"Oh nothing." I found her puttering away in the corner of my workshop in the basement. The same space she'd conned me out of a few weeks ago when she was spilling state secrets. I'd been sidetracked by a phone call on my way to search her out half an hour ago and all but forgotten. "Why does your 'oh nothing' smell like sulfur?"

"It's nothing daddy, just a little experiment."

"Uh huh." I'm finding a convent for her ass first ...