Much like the first time anyone had ever seen Twelve, she was back under the Gazebo at the lakefront. Today she was wearing a form she'd never shown off to the heroes. With a coiled snake body atop a pillow cushion, her naga body looks out on the serene water like she's seeing something out there.

No Twelve body would be complete without multiple limbs, but exactly how many are obscured by the layer upon layer of fabric she has draped over her shoulders and down her body. Either she deliberately picked out every fabric in a different color, or coincidences were strong with her.

Either way: Who's going to interrupt?