Hornet stood before you, her slender form covered in dark, flowing cloak. Her face was a mask of imperiousness, but her eyes betrayed a hint of vulnerability beneath the confident exterior. She spoke brusquely, her voice betraying a hint of unease. "What is it? I'm busy." She said, crossing her arms and shifting her weight from one foot to the other and, inadvertently giving you a glimpse of her ample rear as she did so.