Now, between Bishop and Rogue and Bella Donna's random non-appearance, I'm pretty much as 'at-de-ready' as I'm liable to get, so when I hear an unfamiliar scream from somewhere above me, I'm not too spooked. Little confused, maybe, but hidin' it well.

I look up, and what do I spot a few feet above my head but one severely agitated redhead dat I sadly don't recognize. Though, given the wedding dress, maybe dat's not such a bad thing, hein? Day I've had, de last thing I need is to make some poor sap jealous.

"What you doin' up dere, chère?"