So you'd rather people call you something that sounds like a sex act?

[Dee questions, unconvinced. But she drops the attitude as soon as the elevator doors open and she sees that beautiful light streaming through the windows of a place that looks... equally beautiful.]

Hoooly... shit. [She says with wide, enraptured eyes before wincing. Yeah, maybe she shouldn't say that here.]

[Then she steps out of the elevator and smirks over her shoulder at the grubby octopus man.]

And my name's not really Ophelia, dummy.