She titters around the well kept office, glancing at ancient languages with one eye, while trying to solve paranormal mysteries with the other. Her nervous hands bounce on the desk, once in awhile grabbing at a pencil or a stick of gum. Scribbling furiously about each new thought in her head, a huge smile erupts on her face when she receives the correct answer, which she knew all along. Hearing a loud crash from outside, she rushes on nimble legs to the doorway. Immediately assessing the situation, she screams the obvious, hiding her blushing face from those who look up quizzically at her. Feeling the strong arm of her boyfriend wrap around her, she feels safe again. Fitting the pieces into place, she tells her comrades exactly what demon she thinks it is. Agreeing with her, they run off to do their duty, help the helpless. She hops up, ready to help, until she gets a disapproving look from her lover, and a similar one from her soulful boss. Grabbing at her pockets, Fred retreats back to the office, ready to read some more ancient languages.