This installment: culmination of Krys’s resistance to pigeonholing and various issues with gender presentation, or shameless meservice? (Why not both?)
Conference Room B: perhaps this is the same hotel in which the Pirates Convention was held last spring.
MANDRAKE: Don’t worry. You won’t have to go in there alone.
PHIL: I just would feel better if she were here.
Krys appears in the doorway in a sexy dress.
KRYS: You rang?
PHIL: Oh my heavens
MANDRAKE: Dammit, Katona! Did I ask you to dress like that?
KRYS: You didn’t think I could! You think I’m only good for one thing, kicking ass.
MANDRAKE: You’re the only one who is good for kicking ass. Do you think I wanted you here tonight for your charming repartee and bell-like peals of tinkling laughter?
KRYS: My repartee is hella charming.
MANDRAKE: Pardon me for assuming my bodyguard would show up at a work function prepared to guard a body. Can you even move in that getup?
KRYS: (is still)
KRYS: Shut up.