Saturday gives an exaggerated curtsey, then picks up two of the sad, mismatched party hats sitting untouched on the table outside the conference room. One is largely purple, and says HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 1998!. The other is green and silver, and says KISS ME I'M IRISH. The dots are little four leaf clovers. After a moment's thought, she puts the New Year one on her head and offers the Irish one to Cain.

"May as well get in the spirit of things, right?" Her eyes are bright with suppressed laughter, most of it somewhat hysterical. "You know, the last time I had to go to a function thrown by my enemies, at least the snacks were good."